She got an eyeful when she caught me in the middle of an orgy. She told me I was disgusting but she was glad I was breathing. A week later, she emailed me the bill from her therapist with a cute note attached. Marley, I needed extensive brain rewiring done after seeing my big brother fucking all those people. Can you believe they don’t make brain bleach? How do I know, you may ask? Because I went looking after I saw your weird human pretzel sandwich. Someone should come up with that. Brain bleach. I’m sure the kid sisters of rock stars would keep them in business. Please use protection.
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