I was talking the other day with a newly-arrived young man, who asked me about the quality of Chinese poontang, and was it as awesome as he’d heard. This reminded me of a conversation I’d just had with a friend, in which he’d told me he’d met a girl who had a clit like a pickle.
I asked in wonder: “Wow, was it really that big?”, to which he replied:
“No, it was that sour”.
Wo Shi Laowai - Wo Pa Shui 