Random Thoughts 2 Potato Bogaloo

Imagine this. You take a potato. You marinate it in gasoline for approximately 6-8 months, then ferment it to make gas vodka. You take this vodka to a bumping house party in the roof of a skyscraper in Dubai, whereupon you attract the eye of a ravishing siren with a sapphire backless blue dress with startling blue eyes and even more startling assets. You down your gas vodka to steel your nerves, encircle your arms around her waist, at which point she presses her lush and supple body against yours and kisses you. Promptly, you regurgitate the vodka into her mouth and she drinks everything, vodka, tears, stomach acids and all. This is the hottest thing either of you have ever done and the next two hours are spend on the dance floor with no cares in the world. Then, when you think the night is over, she takes you to her room and sensual and boarder line violent foreplay. The climax of the night comes when she leans over and holds a lighted candle to her butt and expels the gaseous contents in your general direction, vaporizing you and blasting off to the iridescent sun rise. This is kinda like my boredom, but not.