Don't trust anyone who owns a sex sling

If you work with a recovering crystal meth addict, it is highly entertaining to ask him about the wild days gone by.

The best story he laid on me was eerily similar to a scene from pulp fiction. Hanging out with two dudes, he is asked to try out a sex sling (just for test, innocent-like, no sex). Minutes later, he is in full restraint and held against his will.

No safety words folks, totally held hostage for TWO DAYS. During these two days, his mouth was taped closed and his nose had tubes in it that were forcing him to breathe a constant supply of ground up special-k. Through his k-hole, his captors ::ahem:: fisted him and fucked him. Eventually, they pass out. Co-worker decides to escape, breaking out of the wrist restraints by dislocating his own pinky. Unable to stand, he CRAWLS down fucking sunset blvd. to freedom. No jakes stop to help him, although once they reached the passed-out abusers, they put those twisted fucks away for a long time.

And I thought cocaine was a powerful drug.

(Click the title link for a track about k-holes)