I’m a hollow of flesh where the warm winds hide, A sheltered nook where sharp scents bide. I sweat in silence, betray no sound, Yet one raised arm and I’m quickly found. I’m not a foot, though I can reek of sin. Name the place the odor lives in.

Babies have to do this. Kids want to do it, but adults can't.

Stroke me to bring yourself great satisfaction, preferably by someone else Oil me up and enjoy me at my full glory Enjoy me while I last for I go with age for many men

with streams of protons, we go after remnants of the dead, we zap then trap, and store them at home. with a big white box that opens wide, we capture slime, while cracking wise. if you see is running to you, please keep running away, but just remember this, who you gonna call?

You may or may not enjoy this style of humour; the term itself carries a violent connotation