Nation full of rottened uncooked raw chicken meat laying perpendicular to the sky – knees straddle to the sides 180 degrees front each other open oceans full of a warming  pussy puddle of Pus with maggot egg thriving on the warmth of the ass juice – contaminated and hot to the touch of the man’s penises.  Just a puddle of maggot pus right there in the middle of that gummie raw chicken meat.  YUCK. That is too much to think about. 

I wouldn’t stick my finger in that mutha fucka. 

Hellllllll naw.  Not me. Laying up in a larva of maggots volcano bath of a whirlpool.  Nope.  Not me.  I rather die. 

I think anybody that done touched one is a complete fool.   That’s why I am laughing line hell until I die. I figured I am gonna laugh forever more from these days. 

Me touch a pussy.  Hecccckkkkk no. I much rather be born from a Booty hole instead. 

It is terrible looking at strangers seeing cows dropping afterbirth. The afterbirth that remained alive.