“Hey Demon, drawl me some different kind of pussies right quick!” Fish Head whispered, and by “whisper,” I mean the entire back of the class laughed. I was not that acquainted with pussies to know there were different kinds. I asked did he mean like shaved or not shaved, but no. He had names for different types. “Like tits,” he said. “You know how they’s as many kinds of tits as they is kinds of cars?” I’d never really thought about it. Not that I was admitting to that. “Like your long low ones.” Fish Head, not being great with words, was trying to explain with his hands. Other guys jumped in
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