the color of cock
It was a lazy sunday.I was sprawled on T-rock's bed with Becky perpendicular to me. We were all watching a very strange film on TV.
There was some guy on the screen with a slight lisp babbling on and on about some word that started with a P. I can't remember what it was.
"What the fuck is this?" T-rock asked from his chair.
Now the screen was flashing harsh images of the cast of Beverly Hillbillies while the guy yacked on about his P word. Then the shot changed to him and some old guy slopping red paint on a canvas with a toilet plunger.
"What the fuck is this?" asked Becky.
Madison wandered in and plopped on the bed with us. The guy on the screen was reading something about his P word off of a piece of paper while a guy in a bird mask sort of swayed around behind him.
"What the fuck is this?" Madison wanted to know.
The shot changed to the bottom of a pickle barrel where there was some very nasty looking water. The guy was pouring white paint into the nasty water. He said "Where I come from, we call that toilet water,"
"Bleah" said Becky. It was possibly the most bizarre movie ever made, but no one had the energy to change it.
The guy mixed the white paint with the turds and the nasty water and started painting with it. It ended up being a flesh color. I found that rather odd.
"Look at that color," I said "Try telling the people down at Home Depot what that color is."
"Frog once put his penis in the color matcher at Wal Mart," said Becky "and he painted his room Cock."
And so, I learned on a lazy sunday at my house that one can paint a room the color of Cock.
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