One of the advantages of being a professional student is that I get to play video games in a lame attempt at de-stressing.So, I take the nearest R-rated game I could get my grubby hands on (GTA: San Andreas) and find that one of the available stores is an adult toy shop.
This is fine, because it brought back days when I would go down to the Valley thanks to my sister, and browse erotic delights which I would take home to the wife. These shops looked a little less drab than this, except for this little beauty sitting on the counter.
I think that would be fine if I owned a stud farm, if only to keep the mares happy, or if I was a Shinto worshipper and I wanted to sit my daughter on a giant dick for fertility. This time though, it'll be twenty-first century jelly-filled material attached to a chainsaw motor/power sander.
