More interesting? What should that be?
A visit from the interesting tree?
Or perhaps a floundering mackeral by the sea.
It doesn't matter much to me
As long as we will all agree
that intrest is in the eye of the spatula,
and it's flippin'::
wettness that comes from the inner sanction of the utmost personal part of my vaginal secretions that make my brain errupt with visions of naked men wearing bison hides and raccoon penis hair-pieces while vividly singing stories of past nakes bison wearing, raccoon penis drumming sticsk, by the moonlight, on a warm a sultry summer night lit up by a coleman lantern and laughing.