"The Latvian whore thoughtfully picked lint out of her semen-crusted navel and harked back to last night's tricks, three of which entailed no-holds-barred puddling."

last night i had a sleep boner, insted of wasting it i ramed it into her ass i gave her a puddling.

The first written document of puddling dates back to the Egyptian city of Alexandria, where a Mesopotamian scholar, visiting the construction site of the city’s historic library, encountered a merchant handing out honey candy samples to slave laborers. The scholar had skipped breakfast and approached the merchant for some honey candy. The merchant seemed distracted and would not give a straight answer—he focused his eyes on a hole in the ground some distance away. Quite suddenly, he handed the scholar his tray of honey candies and walked briskly towards the hole. He stopped a short distance from the hole and stood erect. After a moment, his shoulders slumped a bit and he smiled, walking confidently back to the scholar and taking back his tray of honey candy. "Have you ever puddled?" The merchant asked the scholar. "Really, you must."

"his missis is as puddled as fuck, but I'd still give 'er one"

Your mate Jim has a chode; he’d be ideal for your friend Jane, she’s got a rite puddle.

Man, I was puddled during the second set of that Phish concert. I didn't recognize any of my friends and thought Jerry Garcia had risen from the dead and taken the stage.

I got puddled last night, and I'm still tirpping.