Poor Nappy’s Bung Hole Nappy always paid special attention to the cleanliness of his anus. Nothing worse than stinky crud dingle balls clogging up a hairy crack. Nappy was a fanatic about washing his women before licking and dicking. Sometimes he would shove an entire bar of soap up his bung hole. They were easily swallowed and usually no problem defecating them back out in a cloud of bubbles. One night after a hard fucking, he got all lathered up and crammed a new bar of Zest all the way in. Nappy farted and strained, his eyes bulged, veins in his forehead protruded. No matter what he tried, it was stuck. Nappy called his amigo, Chuy. After Chuy got through laughing hysterically, he came over. They tried bacon lard and barbeque grill tongs. Chuy was like a surgeon searching for a bullet. The soap was slippery and elusive. He got a long meat fork and chop sticks, but the entire bar of soap was lodged in there solid. Chuy suggested skewers or an ice pick to chop the blue bar up and deliver it like blue triplets’ giblets. They settled on a treble hook and Nappy’s pocket fisherman. Nappy’s poor bung hole was like a broken garbage disposal, by the time the ambulance came.