It’s the sweet sticky Elmer’s glue-like substance that comes out of your boner when it erupts like Mount Vesuvius. Unlike
juice, sauce lasts awhile, mainly in the form of dried cum stains on your comforter after slapping the
Ham to the sports illustrated swimsuit edition poster on your wall, or even as a night mask if you are able to apply to your still asleep
girlfriend’s face as a sweet surprise to her when she wakes up with her face completely purified.
“What kind of dressing do you want on your house salad?”
“Do you have boner sauce?”
“Sir, we are not that kind of
establishment.
Please leave before I alert the authorities.”