so desireable that when the chance arises to eat at the Y
, you also realize it is a test set up by your bitch and she is watching; however the muffin is so fine you are willing to do an obvious fake sneeze so that your nose will bury itself into her pie
. All the time knowing that you will be called on that fake sneeze the rest or your life and there will be hell to pay, yet you stick with the I can't control a sneeze line.
This pie was so unbelievable she was sneezable. We all got retarded and passed out at Walter's. It was 3:30 am and I awoke to Martha straddling my face with her cleanly shaved bean. All was good until I noticed my bitch was fake sleeping waiting to see what I would do with this situation. The only thing to do was fake a sneeze. My head jerked forward and my nose,lips and tongue got in it. Before my bitch could say anything I said, 'you can't control a sneeze baby'