Massive huge jugs, wangers, sweater cows, milk
bags, veiny stale bread loafs, matted nippled hats of
doom and
thunder. There are two of them.
Fuck me, my roasties just killed a man by the sheer
force of gravitational
pull. They tore him in pieces. They are
huge and scare kids even when I am nowhere near. They are the bogeyman. Huge.