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Crashing funerals just so that I can get a whiff of that
Decomposing body scent, my favourite aphrodesiac
Flat-lining gives me a pavlovian erection in my pants
Turn-offs include breathing pulses and signs of life
My turn-ons are rigor mortis cold flesh and suicide
If you're not stiff as a board I won't be stiff and I'll be bored
Wait what do we have here? Looks like I'm about to score
We were both in a game one night, against an opposition that included Medusa. During a particularly intense teamfight, Medusa ults, and Matt is facing her, so I shout "don't look directly at her!!!"
What does he do? He literally looks away from his PC monitor, in the heat of the moment he lost his mind and literally didn't look at Medusa with his own eyes. Fkng n00b af.