You walk around the new farmers market. You walk around and observe the stalls, as you walk around the market you spot a small fertile pint sized plastic sack. As you walk closer you notice that the bag contains a very fertile handful of parsley, the parsley throbs with sexual urges. The neon green of the parsley looks at you in a very sigma baby girl way, its voluptuous lip follicles moist with Parsley juice. It's long lashes faintly grasp the plastic sack, you bend your circular sacks that one might call your knee caps. You grasp at the plastic sack that encases the parsley, the parsley looks at you with its kawaii green orbs. You fail to grasp the sack with your elongated finges multiple times but once you grab the plastic sack you know you will never release your greasy finger follicles form this sack. You feel your PLATNUM PAIN FREE PENIS rise into the air as you watch the greasy folds of the plastic sack. The oils and the parsley juices mix to form a lube that smells of wet feet, you press your finger against the plastic sack. As you press your fragile but firm fingers against the slightly warm sack. You feel the slight urge to open the bag of parsley and see what sexual potential it has, as you wrap your greasy fingers around the knot. As you undo
