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They insisted their massive 253-piece sex toy collection had to be stored in my room because theirs was a 'Jesus Purity Zone' or something. I could almost live with that - some of those monstrosities were kinda like a nice centrepiece for a coffee table or a neat sculpture. Maybe in the entryway as a conversation starter; "Yeah I got this one as I was hiking the Andes last Summer."
What tipped the situation into "this sucks" territory was the insistence they have free access to, and use of, their collection at all hours.
Some nights I wouldn't be able to get any sleep at all. It was like lying next to a broken washing machine for hours on end. This one time I made eye contact with them and got into a staring contest. Big mistake. Side note: don't get ejaculate in your eyes.
I wish they didn't "accidentally" mix up our toys.
IT WASN'T AN ACCIDENT. YOUR DOCUMENTATION ON YOUR COLLECTION WAS MORE DETAILED THAN MINE.
I WANT MY JELQ, MOG, & PUMP COMBO TOY BACK.
❤️ Friendly Guy ❤️
🔥🔥 We can be friends for future games 🔥🔥
⚡️⚡️ Have a wonderful day⚡️⚡️
✨✨ Stay safe & take care✨✨
✅✅✅+REP Nice profile ✅✅✅
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