I used to rent a place, furniture included, but everything smelled funny.
Later in the year, during rainy season, I bought a used raincoat. It too smelled funny, and I soon discovered, by googling, that apparently people with a rubber fetish may do things to such garments.
Horrible horrible things.
Soon after, I became concerned about my smelly apartment. I started to google, but everything I googled with the word "fetish", returned unspeakable results.
Each worse than the last!
So I bought new furniture, bedding, cutlery(oh god!), plates, everything.
Even toilet brushes are not safe from the horrors, so I bought one of those too.
One night, I woke up in a start. An idea was in my head, and I rushed to google, and horribly found that factory workers making my stuff, have fetishes too.
Nothing safe, I disposed of it all.
I got out my chainsaw, and cut down a tree. I made plates, cutlery, even a wooden cup! And ate off of these plates and so on. However, just last week, I noticed a squirrel apparently randy and without a mate, doing something to a tree!!
There is no end of the perversion I tell you, no end!!!
So now I sit in the corner, drool upon my chin, eyes glassy and void of energy.
(Brought to you by bbarnett's house, and the embarricon virus.)
Later in the year, during rainy season, I bought a used raincoat. It too smelled funny, and I soon discovered, by googling, that apparently people with a rubber fetish may do things to such garments.
Horrible horrible things.
Soon after, I became concerned about my smelly apartment. I started to google, but everything I googled with the word "fetish", returned unspeakable results.
Each worse than the last!
So I bought new furniture, bedding, cutlery(oh god!), plates, everything.
Even toilet brushes are not safe from the horrors, so I bought one of those too.
One night, I woke up in a start. An idea was in my head, and I rushed to google, and horribly found that factory workers making my stuff, have fetishes too.
Nothing safe, I disposed of it all. I got out my chainsaw, and cut down a tree. I made plates, cutlery, even a wooden cup! And ate off of these plates and so on. However, just last week, I noticed a squirrel apparently randy and without a mate, doing something to a tree!!
There is no end of the perversion I tell you, no end!!!
So now I sit in the corner, drool upon my chin, eyes glassy and void of energy.
(Brought to you by bbarnett's house, and the embarricon virus.)