The flasher smiled as she pulled open his coat, but his smile quickly turned to a frown: "You call that a lining? It's going to take my entire department to make that look good."
The flasher swore to never frequent the garment district again.
Then she raised her dress revealing the hairiest thing he's ever seen and said "Hey mister ever though of a fur lining for that to keep that thing warm when outside". He then realized she was not a garment worker just some slut high on E and horny as fuck and that was putting the situation into something he could deal with.
The flasher backed against the wall, having not seen something that furry since his last trip to Anthrocon. The meth-addled junkie he originally tried to flash smiled, revealing rotted teeth. "What's the matter sweetheart, never seen a real woman before?"
Fortunately, the flasher had been a spy in his younger days, and still had a suicide tooth. Grinding it against his molars, he smiled and whispered до свида́ния and sank into peaceful oblivion, death being the only thing able to wipe the horror of an unkempt beaver from his mind.
Bravo sir, gross and entertaining at the same time.
[lol! this is fun as helll]
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