Whitman ordered this penis pump out of curiosity a while back. We tried it out, determined it was a little weird, and I never saw it again. The other night, this box accidentally popped out from under the bed. Conveniently, I needed something to rest my fingers on while polishing my nails. Whitman said to use the box; it didn’t matter, because the toy was gone.
I asked where it went, and he said, “I threw it away.”
“That’s embarrassing trash,” I said. Then I said, “Wait! Which is more embarrassing to throw out? The toy or the box?!”
Seriously, is it more embarrassing to have this box in the house, or have it seen in the trash?! I’m at a loss.