Getting the Juices Going.

Paul smells like roses and grasshoppers until one very eventful session of poon-tang when dragons sprayed him with the finest perfume in the land and said to him he was like the jaded expression on the face of a homeless diver, who's soul had been dragged through is eyes into the depths of the apocalypse. And Satan said unto him:

"It's in the eyes of a man who,
has lost all he can, left his children and
ran."

Paul's face was one of elated desperation. His clammy hands, grasping, fondling, caressing Euan's squidgy chin. His desperation turned to sheer ecstasy, as Euan's chin squidged in too far, causing a little bit of single cream to come out his left nipple. They both frolicked into a blissful slumber.

Everybody look at the moon. Everybody seeing the moon. The moon is bright; so milky white. Everybody look at the moon.

Euan, Euan
Euan where have you gone.
Euan, Euan
Euan where have you gone.