"Roger, what the fuck?" I gasped, taking in the spare bedroom. Mushrooms. There were handpainted mushrooms covering the walls and they had been deliberately painted with an erotic twist. Large shroom shafts… Was that even what they were called? Wrapped around each other sensually, some of the caps were drizzled with what looked like morning dew but upon closer inspection, I saw the tiny slits in the spongy tops. Splooge. It was shroom splooge. Shlooge? I was done with the whole day. Maybe the week. Jupiter’s own cock couldn’t handle such debauchery.
