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My uncle is a very wise man. When I was fourteen, he took me aside and said he wanted to tell me about
his accident with the whole pickle juice and pee
and shit and come in the rim of a car tire until it goes green and then I throw it away because it's of absolutely no use at all to anyone, except possibly
initiates in the order of the iron glove. The sect's secret rituals and morally reprehensible practices tend to offend all but the most devoted initiates. They
could prove to be a challenge
to actually get a man to turn the tv off during dinner time. If I ever succeed, I will sell my method to womankind everywhere and be rich.
