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by Jerry Whorebach 06/08/2008, 12:51am PDT |
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I asked how that was EVEN possible, since I live on the third floor. Well, it turns out my apartment was once used as a sensory deprivation tank. It's almost completely airtight, if I would have fallen asleep with the window closed I could have died. So they had to peel off the drywall, pull out the wet insulation, and drill holes in my walls to let the water out. This of course meant I had to find somewhere else to stay for a few days.
Sadly, my mom's place doesn't have internet access because she's from a simpler time, when if people wanted pornography they'd get up off their lazy bums and drive six blocks, uphill, in the snow, to the adult bookstore. And every last scrap of pornography was treasured, no matter how mediocre, because there were literally millions of folks in communist Russia and China who couldn't get ANY pornography, who would have given their left eye for one single nip slip pic. And every quarter, the whole family would gather round the new Sears catalogue to ogle the underwear models, it brought siblings closer and promoted realistic expectations of the female form.
So, that's why I've been unknowingly making A. Lurker's really quite reasonable dream a reality for most of the past week. Don't get used to it, fags >:( |
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