How many have you hacked off with your rusty sushi knife and stored in the pickle jars of formaldehyde you keep spread around your bedroom and eerily backlit in green like some kind of sexual horror show?
Are you saying neither of you has ever been hired by a psychopathic dickapitator to install shelving and creepy green lights so she can display her collection in her bedroom?
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