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The second major issue with this is -- and for the sake of this argument, let's pretend for a moment we're all massive cocaine addicts -- in my mind, owning a personal blowjob machine reminds me of Tony Montana's giant pile of cocaine. On the surface, we all love cocaine (only in this scenario #HugsNotDrugs), so this is the best thing of all time, right?! Unlimited cocaine in our home office, sign us cokeheads up!
It's like this: I've always wanted to try a Fleshlight. Who wouldn't want to try a Fleshlight? But then again, who wants to be someone who has used a Fleshlight? Sure, we can all claim to live in a very sex-positive generation, but there is a major stigma involved with the kind of person who owns a pocket vagina. Say the words “Fleshlight owner” out loud, and you'll automatically picture some chunky men's rights activist in a “Take Me to Your Dealer” t-shirt who lives at home and works in middle management at a Best Buy.
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