Prologue

Prologue

      Don't expect this to be a well written masterpiece.  I don't claim to be a good writer or even competent to produce words in general, but as long as I crap and pee I am going to try.  Right now I smell like chicken soup and it is enough to make me cringe every time I raise my arms.

     Darkness blotted contents outside my window.  You might think I was lonely sitting there with my face pressed against the screen, breathing in the fresh scent, but you'd be mistaken.  I have toxic farts, you see and even I am not immune to their deadly stench.  Of course on the plus side no insects dare invade my living quarters.  Not that I'm a utter slob and live in filth or something because quite honestly I need space to walk and perhaps crawl if I need to vomit or have massive diarrhea in which I'd have to sprint.

     Anyway my story here might seem like it is going nowhere at times because I like to ramble on about crap that makes no sense and I tend to focus on the nasty and not the clean side of life.  But what is most important is that I believe in the Queef.  It is a sacred belief that I'd love to share.  Perhaps I might open some minds and inform a few souls who condemn the Queef that is not something to be hated.  It is something to be embraced.