in sbr lore, back so far as the days when there was poker and we all got killed rolling over points by the notorious superuser BiteMeUsDoJ (or whatever his hallowed name was), the issue of pussies that smelled like a three-day old dead robin was oft-discussed and analyzed.....
from the guy that almost died in the whorehouse, lamar odom, claiming khloe had "robin box" to my own personal struggles, as a young buck, peeling down a babe's panties, eager to chow away, being slapped in the face with the stench of such a box (and on such a beautiful girl, go figure).....
Many a moon has passed since I was bitchslapped with an odor so strong I had to open the windows and allow the breeze off of the Gulf of Mexico to attempt to clear that beachfront condo of the rancid odor of robin box....
simply telling the tale the next december morning caused my hungover cousin to begin dry-heaving on the long road back to the south Texas ranch we were hunting on.....
while it is still a bitter memory that stands out, it has long since quelled, particularly when the same babe, almost 18 years later, found me on yahoo personals and I exercised the demon of the box, by boldly diving back into that vagina, face first, that had nearly singed my eyebrows so many years prior, to find it was no longer foul but as sweet as any I'd been in before..... believe me, I was all ready with a speech, to throw her out, something along the lines of "when I went down on you 18 yrs ago, your pussy smelled like a dead robin rotting away for three days on my lawn, and it still does today..... back then I was too young to take a stand against stinky pussy and throw you out, but now I'm not, so get your ass outta here, and take that disgustin' f'n robin box with you!!!" Fortunately, I didn't have to deliver that speech.......
so, all that said, anyone get that slap in the face anytime lately?
from the guy that almost died in the whorehouse, lamar odom, claiming khloe had "robin box" to my own personal struggles, as a young buck, peeling down a babe's panties, eager to chow away, being slapped in the face with the stench of such a box (and on such a beautiful girl, go figure).....
Many a moon has passed since I was bitchslapped with an odor so strong I had to open the windows and allow the breeze off of the Gulf of Mexico to attempt to clear that beachfront condo of the rancid odor of robin box....
simply telling the tale the next december morning caused my hungover cousin to begin dry-heaving on the long road back to the south Texas ranch we were hunting on.....
while it is still a bitter memory that stands out, it has long since quelled, particularly when the same babe, almost 18 years later, found me on yahoo personals and I exercised the demon of the box, by boldly diving back into that vagina, face first, that had nearly singed my eyebrows so many years prior, to find it was no longer foul but as sweet as any I'd been in before..... believe me, I was all ready with a speech, to throw her out, something along the lines of "when I went down on you 18 yrs ago, your pussy smelled like a dead robin rotting away for three days on my lawn, and it still does today..... back then I was too young to take a stand against stinky pussy and throw you out, but now I'm not, so get your ass outta here, and take that disgustin' f'n robin box with you!!!" Fortunately, I didn't have to deliver that speech.......
so, all that said, anyone get that slap in the face anytime lately?
