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generation X L

For rendezvous,
she would opt  
for skirts over  
jeans so her  
thighs could  
meet without  
being seen.

27 Jun 09

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    Great imagery... can you imagine the sweat on a warm or worse hot day as those "Thunder Thighs" met and sloshed around with flies ducking the meat, or the guy who had to powder up with flower that area looking for a wet spot... very original piece, sorry girls... J.G. Smiles
 — goeszon

aw don't you hate it when you're fat enough to sit on the toilet and have your fat touching between your legs?
 — gaard

lol for xl
 — unknown

there's no generation G A P in this;
only generation L O L.

; )
 — fractalcore

Perfect poem.  So compact, and yet so... large.
 — JaneyJane

I used to work with a woman who used to cram into her trousers so that she used to 'shik-shik-shik' as she walked through the room leaving a faint but pungent odour of friction-scorched corduroy. Not my kind of poem being a stacked single sentence but served well by the title - which could be XXXL - the first XXXL suits going on comemrcial sale in the UK. Mitch :-)
 — pdemitchell

Long Live America!
 — unknown