So the owners of the Forge made a big effing deal about no sex in the store, and yet I walked into work today to find this:
Because rules apparently don’t apply to collectible children’s toys from the 90s. Typical.
Ursus Interruptus
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So the owners of the Forge made a big effing deal about no sex in the store, and yet I walked into work today to find this:
Because rules apparently don’t apply to collectible children’s toys from the 90s. Typical.
I used to do this with my stuffed animals in my college door. I specifically left it to titillate unexpected guests, since my isolated college campus had no locks on any dormitory doors. It was one way I knew the Resident counselor had been in, because he would always separate them.
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