A clean house means a clean mind
This is the last post of the Acid Squid we have. We are pulling it out like an old piece of wedding cake embedded into a frosted over freezer by an abandoned bride. It’s not his best piece but it’s all we got left. It does in represent two things I will always remember about him. His near obsession with amateur vintage erotica and his hyper anal retentive need for a spotless house.
Oh Hai! You see I ran out of rope, so let me use the vacuum to tie you up. Actually, I’m lying, I didn’t run out of rope; I just really like vacuuming, and I figured tying you up “to” the vacuum would make me like it that much better.
To be honest, I do have a fascination, a fondness towards vacuuming. I couldn’t tell you why, I just do. I also really like these vintage dirty pictures, so I really hit the jackpot when I came across this one on the interwebs. I am still waiting for that day where I come across a whole box of vintage dirty photos; the ones that are on that thick fibrous 120 film. I do have some dirty photos that have been mailed to me at my job (don’t ask), maybe if you’re lucky I will actually post them one day.
Photos courtesy of http://kushifornia.tumblr.com