He swam underwater towards me, slowly observing, like a shark lurking on its prey. When he surfaced, he said to me smiling contently: "I can see your crackle (meaning my butt-crack)."
By Crumpet
Of Life, Love and Lust.
"He looked like the poet Shelley after a big night out with Lord Byron."
P.G.Wodehouse
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