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No. 38927
>>38926 > economic turmoil, we barely make enouigh to eat and little else > shit's not helping my sex life > and by not helping I mean chilly willy (yes, that's how I call him, shut up) is deader than San Francisco , poor wife hasn't had any in months > not even Viagra helps, desperately looking at any sort of alternative medicine > even had some quack doctor injecting my dick with black widow venom, the less I recall of that one, the better > contemplating suicide in front of my PC, suddently an email pops > no subject, empty message field, only an attached pdf file > against any good judgment I open the attachment, it's a digital version of a promotional brochure... advertising medicine made with Kaiju organs? what? > the cartoon representation of a thuggish yet oddly attractive man wearing garish clothing strangely compels me to read. > long story made short, I end up in a empty parking lot late at night, trading with a supicious looking man an entire month's pay for a small bottle of alleged pills made out of alleged Kaiju bones > driving home I take a glance at the label "100% made with femur from the first Kaiju downed by an all-american Jaeger", whatever, I take a pill > as I enter home in the dark, I definitely feel something funny down there > unzip the pants to se what's going on > the Kaiju bone literally gave a kaiju-sized boner > "HONEY, I HOPE YOU LIKE THE TASTE OF KAIJU BLUE!" > and that's why my dick is now called Karloff
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