The purest act of anal enlightenment; while engaging in a session of pudding pushing, you hastily remove your ram rod and begin violently shaking it, flinging any amount of potetial clingers wildly across the room. You then quickly replicate the cry of a caged flacon and begin to bat your arms to fan the smell of fresh turds. You win.
Sorry the room is a mess. The mud falcon got out of the cage last night.
by the bird of prey December 30, 2013