There is never any sure way to extract it once it has been inserted.
The limb - which was before just that, just a limb - seems to take on a life of its own
Expanding at rapid speed to fill your mouth.
Your lips suction ever so slightly, not giving way for release.
Release, oh cruel release - will it never come?
Your teeth seem to micraculously shift, not biting the offending limb but instead appear to be lovingly accomodating. A macabre grimace.
As if to say fate wasn't already cruel, it's now you laughing pityingly at you.
Such is it when you place your foot in your damn mouth!