>And he's all right now, in fact, he's a gas
>But he's all right now, he's William H. Gass
>He'll never pass, pass, pass
gassposters please leave
>And he's all right now, in fact, he'll pass gas
>But he's all right now, he's William Ass Gass
>He'll never pass, pass, pass that gas
>Willy M. Ass Gas Blast
>>8147677
Fast Ass blasts fast ass blasts as gas passes past gas blasts.
>You had an arse full of farts that night, darling, and I fucked them out of you, big fat fellows, long windy ones, quick little merry cracks and a lot of tiny little naughty farties ending in a long gush from your hole. It is wonderful to fuck a farting woman when every fuck drives one out of her. I think I would know Nora's fart anywhere. I think I could pick hers out in a roomful of farting women. It is a rather girlish noise not like the wet windy fart which I imagine fat wives have. It is sudden and dry and dirty like what a bold girl would let off in fun in a school dormitory at night. I hope Nora will let off no end of her farts in my face so that I may know their smell also.
Gass is a freak
>Yes, it was true, she passed gas, gargantuan mellifluous gusts of methane, this marvelous bitch, this she-dog who spoke with her brash, barking backside.
holy fuck my sides
>She tore insolently but with remarkable control, releasing in inches and increments the rancid fetor from her upturned rump.
William "I never write novels fast, because it makes me pass" Gass
>Thinking back to such halcyon days when she passed gass from her ruptured and charred hole on to his willing nose and face made his pink chub roll pulsate and grow long
Why does anyone read this hack?
Asses amass ass gass. Sassy ass gass assails classy nutgrass. Assuredly, ass gass assures classical assonance. Assumption assures misbiassing, misbiassing asserts reassessing sassy ass gass. Passivists unassumingly assert passivity; passivity assures sassy ass gass assonance.
>My white whiskers were blown this way and that by the sharp winds she spit from her sweet and swollen and saphole.
>Sunset found her squatting in the grass, groaning. Every stool was looser than the one before, and smelled fouler. By the time the moon came up she was shitting brown water. The more she drank the more she shat. But the more she shat, the thirstier she grew.
Is he the new /lit/ meme man?
>>8147879
Please note that each word in that post contains the word ass.
>>8148033
lmao
>>8148025
He's a meme. People are just talking about him because he's 90 years old and likely on his way out soon.
>>8148033
kek
>>8147990
Do it with zero context. Just screen cap the posts with his face.
>I was in a pervert's paradise, basking like a chosen beggar in the baked air her body'd brewed.
>As I live, her evil elven smile riled me, at long last a portent of a new delivery, and I threw myself into position to receive the vile package.
>I had crossed the Rubicon that night. There was no going back as I let my desires consume me and braced my nose; a thunderous and wet crack erupted from her ursine buttock, swiftly followed by a miasma of scatological discharge. I sniffed and gulped and all was right. My lungs had been sated... for tonight anyway.
>Ah, but what is form but a bum wipe anyhow?
>gassman
