The Cum Dumpster: September 2, 1987
“Hey, Kev! Is that a new dumpster?” “Yup, brand new, clean as a whistle!” “We’ll see about that.”
“Okay, that’s everybody moved in,” Kevin exhaled wearily as he kicked off his Stan Smiths and flopped on the pale green velvet couch. “Ew, Kevin, get off the couch! You’re all sweaty.” “Cass, the way I hear it, this couch has been dodging bodily fluids since the 1920s.” “That’s true,” Cassie snorted. “But it’s survived sixty years without getting cum-stained, so don’t get it sweat-stained now.” “Fine,” Kevin pretended to...