this poor beaker has copped a load of
cum, 12 loads of off up and go,
3 loads of stale
chewy gum, and who knows what else. this thing smells like absolute shit, and
will probably never even be noticed because no one loves it. it lives a very hard life, trapped underneath a table, with the only sign of its existence being the reeking smell that comes from it, but no one can actually locate it. the
men ig and traddos are aware of its whereabouts, but refuse to share the knowledge, for fear of the psychology beaker being destroyed.
person 1: fuck cunt, you smell like the psychology beaker. wear some cologne.
person 2: lmao na i love that shit. smells so
good.
person 1: ah
true.
fuck lemme get a whiff of you one more time
person 1 and 2 then proceed to engage in deep anal activities.