Alas, poor Derek! I blew him, Fellatio: a fellow
of infinite zest, of most excellent fancy: then he hath
boned me on my back a thousand times;
Alas, poor Derek! I blew him, Fellatio: a fellow
of infinite zest, of most excellent fancy: then he hath
boned me on my back a thousand times;
To eat or not to eat, that is ingestion
Whether tis hunger in the mind to suffer
The pangs and gurgles of outrageous juices
Or to take in food against a sea of rumbles
And by digesting end them.