After a session of heavy banging culminating in a cream-pie the woman fills herself with cherries then gets the man to dig the mixture out with his tongue.
For dessert last night, she force-fed me a bakewell tart.
The state or quality of being like the beat author and poet Charles Bukowski. Essentially an interesting, low rent, heavy-drinking, blue collar, womanizing barroom philosopher.
I know this dive bar that has a bunch of Bukowskiesque characters who hang out in it.