Last week I heard, from reputable sources, than an acquaintance of mine from Alaska, had been electrocuted by a sex-machine.
When I heard this news, my initial reaction was shocked amusement. I laughed for ten minutes. I laughed so hard that I had tears streaming down my cheeks.
There may have been an element of schadenfreude in this, as I always found said acquaintance vaguely repulsive. Like a warm, moist handshake. Ugh.
Anyway, this acquaintance was fine. He spent a night in the hospital, hooked up to monitors, just to make sure everything was okay. Then, they sent him home to recover.
He's apparently doing very well. My sources tell me that he credits his continuing swift recovery to the love and dedication of his wife.
That's nice.
I genuinely hope that he makes a full recovery, but I am dying to know what sort of sex machine he was using. No one seems to know. Or, if someone does know, they aren't talking.
And I am far too interested in this, but life has been very dull here lately, and I need a distraction.
When I heard this news, my initial reaction was shocked amusement. I laughed for ten minutes. I laughed so hard that I had tears streaming down my cheeks.
There may have been an element of schadenfreude in this, as I always found said acquaintance vaguely repulsive. Like a warm, moist handshake. Ugh.
Anyway, this acquaintance was fine. He spent a night in the hospital, hooked up to monitors, just to make sure everything was okay. Then, they sent him home to recover.
He's apparently doing very well. My sources tell me that he credits his continuing swift recovery to the love and dedication of his wife.
That's nice.
I genuinely hope that he makes a full recovery, but I am dying to know what sort of sex machine he was using. No one seems to know. Or, if someone does know, they aren't talking.
And I am far too interested in this, but life has been very dull here lately, and I need a distraction.