Friday, March 10, 2006

A Story of Accomodation: the ten-inch chocolate-brown dildo

So English Teacher C decided to come back to Vodkaberg here, and they needed to find him a place.

There was a place that English Teacher A had rented (with the school's money) then abandoned. I hear different reasons for this; one was that the heating was bad there and the place was too cold to live in, and the other was that the landlady kicked him and his girlfriend out because they made too much drunken noise.

The school ended up keeping the apartment though, as it wasn't bad otherwise, and apparently one of the managers was using the place as a fuckpad -- a place to take random women and prostitutes to.

Strangely the manager didn't bother to clean the place out before English Teacher C moved in, so a few days after he moved in, English Teacher C found a 10-inch long chocolate-brown dildo in one of the drawers.

"What did you do with it?" I asked.

"You think I fucking touched it?" he said. "It's still in the drawer."

I suppose the manager must just have forgotten about it. Perhaps he'll think, one of these days, "Gee, I wonder whatever happened to the ten-inch chocolate brown dildo?" But he'll be too embarrassed to ask English Teacher C about it.

So there the chocolate-brown 10-inch dildo will lie.

(Not lay, lie.)

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

stick it up yer bum