Say you've had a bit to drink and that you are going into your garage to put some trash in the bin and you notice a couple of roaches dancing about. You say to your
And he tells you to check the blue suitcase. (The blue suitcase is where you store a wide variety of latex and silicone sex toys and your medium-sized rabbit fur whip.) You open up the suitcase.
And see a motherfucking roach motel in there. (insert a scream so high pitched that the dogs don't hear it and insert a dance where you nipples get hard and you spin in a circle while trying to get away from the suitcase.) A BIG motherfucking roach motel. Like little shiny roach armor running from the light and deep into the rabbit fur whip when you crack the suitcase open.
After you almost vomit in the garbage disposal,
I did not know it was some sort of test when he said that we needed to throw some things out and should he toss the blue suitcase. I thought it was a jab at our sex life that was not up to par.
Tomorrow (later today?) I'll reply to comments left on previous posts. This needed to be expunged from my system.