Smell ya later

It's about fucking time they made a candle for the gay market!!


Keep your patchouli, ladies, I want a candle that smells like the crack of a man's ass, right after a good, long workout!

YUM!

Can we get other flavors, too? I think that the town of Hudson should come out with it's own line of man-scented candles.

"Bliss Ball Smoke" - a dark and luscious aroma.

"Allen's Armpit" - Tasty, delicate, delicious, very South of Warren.

"Rope Alley Smegma"- Harsh, course, crass, with a slight cheesy aroma and aftertaste.

[OK, a little aside here, even though this blogging software has a spellcheck, I did not believe that I spelled 'Smegma' correctly....I mean, c'mon, how often do you TYPE it? So, I looked it up on dictionary.com, and sure enough, I was right...but I thought that I'd share the definition with you.]

Smeg-ma: - noun. [smeg-muh] a thick, cheeselike, sebaceous secretion that collects beneath the foreskin or around the clitoris.

Lovely.

You see, this is how this blog works:

Someone sends me something tasteless and disgusting. Then I tie it into this quaint little Victorian town, called Hudson.

Ta-dah! A blog post.

When I can't think of anything, I fall back on grannie/midget/trannie/fat people porn.

Done.

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(Thanks to commenter extraordinaire, Aaron, for the photo! It's great that people find these pictures and then think of me! I love it!)