
Buck sniffed his armpit and wrinkled his nose. “Cuz I need a sh’uh.”
Smooches also wished Buck would pronounce shower correctly. He hated “sh’uhin'” with Buck and his ugly knob.
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He hated “sh’uhin'” with Buck and his ugly knob.

Buck sniffed his armpit and wrinkled his nose. “Cuz I need a sh’uh.”
Smooches also wished Buck would pronounce shower correctly. He hated “sh’uhin'” with Buck and his ugly knob.
“Don’t let ya woman control you. She ain’t even ya woman, Smooches. You gettin’ distracted by potential skirt.”

Buck shrugged. “A man oughta choose his own way,” he said. “Don’t let ya woman control you. She ain’t even ya woman, Smooches. You gettin’ distracted by potential skirt.” Buck chuckled. Buck swung his hips left and right to make his foot-long slab slap against his thighs. He laughed like a kid at the slappity-thwack sound it made.
It’s 1969, and hillbilly veteran Buck Sampson is home from Vietnam, while his bunkmate Smooches is a free love hippie. Can they find a way to live together? Buck’s big, tough and intimidating to Smooches, who cowers before him. But they just might have a couple things in common too…
Then when the lights go out, Buck is ready to drain his balls even without any women. Can Smooches survive his manly ways?!






































