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Welsh Zuccini
When a man and a woman are fornicating and the man sticks a zuccini up her bum. He cuts off the other half, puts it in his mouth, and sticks it in the frontal region. While eating her out she has to shoot both of them out simultaneously, and try to get one half back into his mouth. For this to be a proper 'Welsh Zuccini' the man, or woman, must be of Welsh origin.
Welsh Zuccini by Australian Zebra May 24, 2009
Zucci
Zucci is the smell of the imminent storm before it hits the maple wood on a summer day.
Both the scorching sun and the chilling rain that rattles the desolated desert.
She is the low vibration that betides in your throat from the sound of 2 AM conversations.
The fragrance of sweet Osmanthus when you find yourself awake at dawn.
She is the sight of Amaryllis sitting on your windowsill.
The sublime taste in your mouth as you relish a newly-found café.
She is the untouched poetry book that can be found on the very bottom shelf in an old library you used to visit.
The dampening of the hem of your shirt from a stranger's umbrella on a rainy weekday.
She is all there is and all that will ever be.
She is a paradox, valiant yet forbearing.
She is both the rebuttal and the reaffirmation. It is safe to say that she exists because the Gods deemed it necessary to bestow to mankind.
In times of madness and mayhem, you will be found.
Both the scorching sun and the chilling rain that rattles the desolated desert.
She is the low vibration that betides in your throat from the sound of 2 AM conversations.
The fragrance of sweet Osmanthus when you find yourself awake at dawn.
She is the sight of Amaryllis sitting on your windowsill.
The sublime taste in your mouth as you relish a newly-found café.
She is the untouched poetry book that can be found on the very bottom shelf in an old library you used to visit.
The dampening of the hem of your shirt from a stranger's umbrella on a rainy weekday.
She is all there is and all that will ever be.
She is a paradox, valiant yet forbearing.
She is both the rebuttal and the reaffirmation. It is safe to say that she exists because the Gods deemed it necessary to bestow to mankind.
In times of madness and mayhem, you will be found.
"Zucci is everywhere"
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zuccinnis by Samantha Mae February 6, 2007