CBH

A large gaping hole that seems to have no bottom or sides, very grotesque, filled with cum stalagmites and broken dreams. A hole so wide that it has a gravitational pull. The type of opening that could swallow a steel toed work boot with no lube. The original CBH is owned by a skinny wigger that smells like fish, who everyday picks up transgender older men from the whiskey barn to partake in attempting to give him some type of feeling in the stretched out, easily double-fisted to the elbows pleasure hole that is CBH. The smell of rum and a plethora of empty Natural Ice tallboy cans will let you know its close. A CBH's mode of transportation is a bit strange for such an amazing bottomless pit. It has chosen to be carried around by legs that look fake. The owner usually uses them to start up conversation by wearing the most outrageous socks you have ever seen and hence placing you in CBH's gravitational field.