Vegans suck, and have nothing to do with noodle-armed, bullied vegetarians. Nada, pad'nuh.
"Which *oil* were these sprouts cooked in?" And on and on until it becomes obvious that you can't take one of those... things, to a normal restaurant where you can order whatever the fuck sounds good to accompany the Mexican martinis you'll need to drink to fuck one without anybody, including God, will ever know about.
You have to arrange meetings at a meth lab posing as a motel to get out clean. Wait, "clean" cannot be used in these cases because my sole fucking typing finger still stinks from the time I pretended to be a priest and loosened her asshole with my index finger. The smell is so goddamn awful I don't even know how to describe it; besides frowning, then shrugging with a stupid look on my face, and muttering "foreign". And it is.
The one I was recently fucking was kinkier than my mother. No, I ain't showin' you her picture - I didn't take one. The only thing the hag wouldn't do was gobble my scat like she gulps down my asparagus loaded piss after I'm through cumming on her eyeballs. Everybody takes a piss after bustin' one.
So why no scat? Because mine is loaded with corporately processed meats of all types. Like some big family platter from a poor man's BBQ joint, which I like to shmoke before its time to throw down everything but a tip. The nerve!
Well one day I didn't even have enough change to pump as much gas as I needed to make it to Motel 3 where we'd resume our professional acquaintanceship in the dumpster out back that had been emptied two days ago, so it would make do.
So instead jogged across the tracks and kick-do'd her fruit fly filled squatter's hut, filled with what most people do when they squat. Her shack smelled worse than a dead whore and her coiled dumps seemed to have lives of their own because they kinda moved around. Worms. I grabbed the bitch by her root showing mop and dragged her through the first door I saw to freshen the extremely stagnant air with what weirdoes claim cows are destroying the earth with. Made me think I could start selling my fragrant flatulence.
Anyway, now that I'm through with that unbearable bitch, I now dub her Vile_Pile, which is very accurate. Stay further away from her than Run Around Sue.