You see, this way, when Alberto Gonzalez tongues my asshole, I can let loose with what I trust will be merely a fart, but, really, what happens is that a great torrent of brown water and its swept-up detritus cascades over his face.
What a joy it is to behold my handiwork: Warm rivulets of beef and cheese burrito, accented with the occasional bit of recalcitrant microwave popcorn. They wend their tentative way 'round his orbit... along his nose... and into his inviting mouth...
It brings paroxysms of ecstacy from the object of my ridicule: Filthy Shit Eater Alberto Gonzalez. He even asks if I might let him hold my dick when I get up to take a piss.
