tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339155460200866959.post6784326909170360622..comments2024-03-21T18:26:23.834-07:00Comments on In Bed With Married Women: Where Do Sex Toys Go to Die? Jill Hamiltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14989469118118455602noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339155460200866959.post-12599280748351962562021-02-19T20:27:03.332-08:002021-02-19T20:27:03.332-08:00Where do sex Sex Toys go when they die ?
They don...Where do sex Sex Toys go when they die ?<br /><br />They dont go to Heaven where the Angels fly.<br /><br />They go to a Lake of Fire where they fry.<br /><br />Wont see 'em again till the 4thof July...*<br /><br /><br />* apologies to the Kirkwood brothersCannibalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02339825777344944079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339155460200866959.post-50027379937952923472017-06-02T00:41:54.366-07:002017-06-02T00:41:54.366-07:00Lol, this is an interesting dilemma. Seems like th...Lol, this is an interesting dilemma. Seems like this is the sort of thing people would prefer not to think about. Might be the key here is to make up a story kind of like the stork bringing a baby so as to enable avoidance mechanisms. <br /><br />Where do old sex toys go?<br /><br />Venus herself reclaims them every time you see a leticular cloud.northierthanthouhttps://northierthanthou.com/2013/06/29/the-erotic-heritage-museum-in-las-vegas-a-very-nsfw-review/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339155460200866959.post-26148695134584467442017-05-25T20:32:58.340-07:002017-05-25T20:32:58.340-07:00There are a few people, maybe including a favorite...There are a few people, maybe including a favorite celeb or two, whose toys I would consider using, especially immediately after they had just used them. As for those few I have owned, I had no qualms about walking away from them (after dropping in the trash) because unless someone is going through my cans looking for recyclables how will they trace it back to me once it is at the dump?<br /><br />The under-the-bed hideout reminds me of a story involving an ex-wife (no, not the one you know). We had been together a couple of years at a Venice apartment and decided to move. Me and a friend were delegated the heavy lifting. So, as we were taking the mattress out, what should we find under the bed that I never suspected. It was the hugest, gawd-awful rubber penis dildo you ever hope not to see. Apparently, this is what kept her company before we met. Talk about heavy lifting. And talk about being embarrassed that our friend practically stepped on the sucker after it rolled out.<br /><br />'Nuff said on this topic.<br /><br />LukeAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04965606927701540269noreply@blogger.com