toys? huh?
as mentioned before, art majors are an interesting lot... my roommate in college enjoyed collage as huis medium most of all... leaving bits of magazine clippings, plastic chips, cardboard, and glue all over every floorspace and surface in our apt... i studied psychology, so i knew i had no more direction than he post-grad...

so aside from general art student lack of want for cleanliness and order in one's living space... i came back to our apt after being away for the weekend to find the bloke asleep on the couch... i walk by, turn on the light to our loo, and take one step in to see what looked like many a colorful rubber and plastic phallus spread out on our bathroom floor... i caught a quick glimpse before my roommate awoke and realized what i had just seen, before separating me from the sex toy display...

now, i know the bloke's got a girl, i know he may enjoy playing with toys with her in their alone time...... but having the 8 or 9 of them all over the bathroom floor while his girl's away? why? how? what? and what was he up to that made him pass out on the couch in recovery from such deeds????

out of respect for his privacy and to hush circling questions in my head i only told him, "i don't care what you were doing, and i don't want to know"

best case scenario for sanity in my living space, "he was just CLEANING them!" i tell myself... but to this day my doubts remain concerning his anal virginity...

oh, and never ever did he ever do his goddamn dishes or clean up after any activity he commenced in within our apt... ever...

... but SO MANY toys????? at once?!??

QOTW repressed memory thearpy continues...
(Manliness, Mon 9 Apr 2007, 19:47, Reply)