ok a few days ago, my cooter smelled funny... like garlic. Next day it was fine, just a faint hint of garlic. Then the next day it was like WHOAAA. Turns out sand nigga thought I was going on a date to celebrate the divorce, so he poured garlic juice in the crotch of a few pants. So for the last 36+ hours I have washed and washed, wearing a dress, no panties, to try to air it out... and about every 2 hours I stick a finger in a test it... still garlic. so anyway... my cooter is so stinky... and this really sucks. SO if you are ever pissed off at someone, and want to fuck them up... go buy a jar of minced garlic in oil, and pour the juice in their crotch. I am sitting here with my legs spread, and I can smell my monkey... could you imagine if I DID have a date... what a cock block.
I told you to use stainless steel... like the side of a meat cleaver. It's supposed to get it off your hands...
I am at his house still... he has NO stainless steel... except the dirty surgery instruments. I am not rubbing a meat cleaver on my beaver. you know what is weird... I normally would have yeast infection by now from the antibiotics... I think I remember hearing someone say something about garlic and yeast infections. Hmmm I need to google it. we just had a little family thing gathering for a few minutes... and I told my sister to smell my hand (right after I coated it with twat snot) my sister said... "that smells good- I love that smell" I almost shit on myself laughing .... then told her what was up. she threw a ghetto grape soda on me. She is mad. But I am sure she will find it funny tomorrow.
Get some sardines and place them at random almost impossible to reach places in his cart like the ac vents and under the seat rails.
Nauseous is right - draw up a bath, and use a stainless steel object (preferably something if not rounded, non-sharpened,) and with the aid of a lathering soap (add salt to improve effectiveness), your stench will be electrolytically transferred to the metallic object via the salt-bridge formed in the solution. The big bonus is that you don't even have to introduce an electric current in this case. Now clean that stinky pussy up before I have to visit you with the fire hydrant, woman!
Butcher Knife... so I did it... Did not work. SO I am sitting here with a big butcher knife in my monkey... not the sharp side. Nothing like cold steel in your snatch. I keep thinking, what if I drop dead... they would find me with this in my cooter, look at my computer history, and think I was into weird masturbation... and weird porn. I have that weird feeling that when I die, there will be something weird and funny going on that people will not understand. Like whenever I dress up in something retarded I found at a thrift store... I wonder if it would be considered weird if I got turned on while rubbing a knife on my cooter?... not that I am... but I can see how some weirdo would. People are weird
its a little better... still has slight hint to it.. I wouldnt eat it... and I still would not offer it up for anyone... maybe by the weekend I shall be normal.
Try holding the handle with both palms and rubbing your hands back and forth, like when you make fire with two sticks the old fashioned way. You'll forget about that smell in no time!
