Oh man.
That's a shame. At least you branched out, and you've got some Arse to show for it. I imagine you'll have to pierce the box with some kind of implement in order to sample the delicacies within?
( Lampito rise with the moon, go to bed with the sun, Mon 23 Aug 2010, 11:51, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

Verily,
shall I skewer it, by means of an (in)appropriate implement, and once it has yielded, than shall I sup upon the bountiful fluids within, steadily draining this box of Arse, until I must plunder it further and pull out the sac within, wringing it dry of its succulent juices.
(LongJohnBaldry, Mon 23 Aug 2010, 11:53, Reply)

Report back on what you find
If you wake up after having passed out, it may have been tampered with by Darth, using a nefarious ploy to entice those who, for want of a better phrase, enjoy the Arse.
Or it may have just been the wine.
( Lampito rise with the moon, go to bed with the sun, Mon 23 Aug 2010, 11:56, Reply)

Oddly enough the book I've been reading recently
included a chapter on Humphry Davy's early experiments in which he basically dosed himself with nitrous oxide and tried to write down the sensations he experienced afterwards, with a lab assistant on hand to feed him oxygen if he overdid it.

I feel I may have to do the same with my Box of Arse, though my most likely choice of "lab assistant" will probably end up suffering the ill-effects of "overdosing" as well.
(LongJohnBaldry, Mon 23 Aug 2010, 12:02, Reply)

Sounds interesting!
I know friends who have taken it as a recreational drug. Kids these days, they'll do anything moan moan moan.

Tell the fucker to get their own booze. You don't want them pillaging your Arse.
( Lampito rise with the moon, go to bed with the sun, Mon 23 Aug 2010, 12:06, Reply)