One time I lived with a stranger from Nebraska who shit in her room and slept in a bird’s nest of moldy food each night. One afternoon I was sneaking around in her room and found a condom in her trashcan and a hammer on her bed. I don’t know what anyone else would conclude after chancing upon those items in someone’s bedroom, but I was certain that some hammer fucking had been going on, because a real flesh penis had never stepped through that door. Like the peeling of an onion, she revealed herself to be more and more disgusting each day, and here’s why…
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