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i love nanaimo bars.  they are those desert things.  i don’t want to describe them, just google that shit:  nan-ai-mo bars.  anyway, i love them.   savour that shit.  i take a piece, place it on my tongue, close my mouth so the layers sqwish,  let it sit.  almost until it melts.  i let the chocolate fuse with the sweet ass creamy centre.  when it’s pretty much melted the coconut starts fuckin with my emotions.  the grit of the coconut and the creamy chocolateteeness starts making love in my mouth and i start rolling my eyes back and spinning my head like i just got punched in the face, cartoon style.  finally i swallow.  a passing out feeling ensues.  my tongue has a certain sensitivity for decadance.

this happens with chocolate, fruit, candy, sometimes donuts.  pussy.  depending on the natural hygenic quality of the chick’s slit.  i love to yam pek pek.  (black dude’s are throwing up all over the place.)  seriously though *shrug*.  my enthusiasm for snatch rappin’ results in a particularly high quality service for the lucky lady.  *shrug*.  i’m usually modest.  really though, a chick can’t do better than a dude (or a next chick) that savours good-clean punani like i do my nanaimo bars.  i like my desert before and after supper.

pussy is like strawberries.  good on it’s own.  better with condensed milk.

*slurp* 

i need a nanaimo bar that can boogie to drum n bass.

away with you!

-mlv

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