Cream Gene cummin atcha from the creek behind the trailer park, where all the hobos and dirty bums sleep. I saw Cucumber C*** Craig down there with his red tent, announced my arrival and poked my head in with a bottle of booze.

“Hey Triple C I’ll trade you this bottle of rotgut for a taste of your cream?”

He excitedly agreed and tossed what I’d estimate to be a 7-10 day nut in my greedy mouth. Very tangy flavor and tapioca mouthfeel on account of his primitive diet.

“Do you have any referrals for me?” I asked.

“Over there in the green tent, ask for Cornelius”, and I did. Cornelius was an African American gentleman and had a musky wiry bush with a long thick c*** with a bright pink head. I serviced and drained Cornman and gave him a $20 for his trouble.

I wonder if I can deduct these donations on my tax return?

~Cream Gene~