“Take the mildew out of Arty’s crotch!” I snapped. “There’s a man outside that I don’t like,” said Chick. Arty wallowed irritably in the hot spray from the shower and rumbled at us. “Do this shit-squirting job and then worry about that!” “It’s on the back side of the balls, in the wrinkles, and behind his balls almost all the way to his asshole,” I said.
