This is how I found him. "Vinny, what up?" No reply. Internal monologue : "Jesus, if Vinny really isn't dead and you're playing with me, I'm going to be pissed."
Well he was alive.
Apparently mid coitus or whatever the fuck it was he was doing with himself. I feel dirty just looking at this.
Shield your eyes ladies and gents. This corpse is bloated and abused. Too much sunning and too much boozing.
It may not look like it, but the corner of this table is the only thing holding this mess up.
2 comments:
You know he was probably online talking to a "bot" thinking he was macking it to some porn star.
what still continues to mystify me, is that this "Pete's Basement" that you speak of...is a mystical place...that you CHOOSE to go...to spend your free time in an enviroment where the general filth and carrion threaten the lives of both you and "the professor" in your already fragile conditions...not to mention the potential spread of venereal disease to anyone who dares to have intercourse with either of you...Hell, I feel the need to sterilize myself everytime I read one of these blogs...
...dirty brooklyn boys...
ew - LF
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