Pledge Writes Beautiful Poem About Eating Vag

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Munching box. Dining at the Y. Snarfling her bitch wrinkle. While there are many, many colloquial preferences of the term, there’s one thing we can all agree upon: eating girls out is pretty dope (even if it causes cancer). And we just received a lovely ode to the practice.

A reader sent us a thoughtful and delicate poem one of his pledge’s wrote that goes into detail about the art of giving face.

What up shitstain,

Not sure if this is fail friday worthy but its pretty fucking funny. A pledge wrote a poem about munching box [sic]. Here it is:

some kids love to run,
some kids play with rocks.
when its all said and done,
i love munching box.
panties get flung,
the candles are lit.
the moment my tongue,
presses that clit.
she on that pineapple juice,
sippin 24/7.
her lips aint loose,
feels like im in heaven.
my technique’s self taught,
as she pulls my hair.
when i hit that spot,
ill keep hittin it there.
too feisty she gets,
as she holds my head down.
shes gettin too wet,
no more air, ima drown.
her pussys so sexy,
its gotta be those lips.
its gotta be that sexy,
well crafted landing strip.
finally lets me go,
get a breath of fresh air.
the cum still flows,
as she lets go of my hair.
now people say,
im not like the other kids.
im different in many ways,
i love how that is.
some kids love to run,
some kids play with rocks.
when its all said and done,
i love munching box.

TFM

The cadence. The imagery. The cunning linguistics. This prose is damn near Shakespearean. I’m printing it out and hanging it on my wall.

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