Normally I don’t post anything that looks at all snuffy. When nooses enter the picture, it stops looking like good clean dirty fun to me, and more like the documentary about that bad man from the internet your momma warned you about, the one with the trash bags and the duct tape.
My new room will have a noose like this, maybe even another one over the bed. There’s just something about a constant, dangling reminder of filthy sex. I love that you can practically feel the veins pulsing in my neck and forehead.
Answer: I can’t.
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