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petdave -> RE: Talk about CBT, Holy Shit! (1/30/2008 10:43:56 PM)
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ORIGINAL: Marc2b
The thing I find funny is that he went to a friends house for help. Can you imagine what an awkward conversation that was?
"Hey, Bob. I was wondering if... ahhh... we could go into your workshop for a moment and .... ahhh.... Hey? You're wife and kids aren't home are they? Grocery shopping, oh good, good... anyway, I kind of got this problem and... ahhh... well, you are my friend right? And friends do things for each other, right?"
Fuck, i don't LOL often, but that got me. Then again, i've been drinking, and i was thinking the same thing in less coherent terms. i have to wonder just what shade his doodads were when he finally decided, "you know what, this may be detrimental to my health..." Personally, it would probably be when the skin started flaking off, but that may just be a personal squick.
However, since those clamps are usually held together by Allen screws, and they apparently had to drill them out, i suspect there's a bit more to the story in terms of him bringing this particular misadventure upon himself... could be a serious self-bondager, or even a castration fantasy brought to fruition.
Can't say i support that kind of thing. You think it's hard to find a date as a submale, just try finding one as a submale whose groin smells like rotting flesh...
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