. . . my vibrators would be the North Vietnamese.
They get mangled, torn, ripped apart, only to lie choking and writhing feebly in their death spasms. The last, terrifying death rattle is a noise that haunts me.
How the fuck do I burn out motors so fast?
Dammit. You don't KNOW, man. You weren't THERE.



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K and I have thoroughly enjoyed this thread so far. You have a way with words!


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