“ünbøring,” or “how i managed to offend swedes and conservatives in one post”
Every other weekend or so, my friend - let’s call him “D” for sake of anonymity - spends the night at our place. You see, every so often his roomate throws bisexual sex parties in his apartment, and things get awkward. Sometimes it can be inconvenient stepping over a threesome while you’re washing dishes or side-stepping the giant sling while returning from the laundromat. You know how it is.
“You know,” I said to him, “you have just as much of a right to the apartment as he does.”
“Yeah,” he says. “But he pays more rent than I do.” And that was that.
Hey, who am I to argue? At least it makes for some entertaining conversations over dinner.
D: So, my roommate installed a gloryhole in his bedroom closet door.
You know, that sentence uttered anywhere else in the country would send people running to their local confessional booth. Our house though, we don’t even bat an eye. Welcome to California. Anyway…
Ernie: A gloryhole. In the closet. So you’re watching TV and all you hear are these drilling noises, like it’s no big deal?
D: Something like that.
Paris, the roommate: Wouldn’t, uhm, splinters be an issue?
D: Naaah, the door isn’t too thick; it was bought at IKEA.
Ernie & Paris: …
Paris: What was the door called? BLOJAAB?
Ernie: You need an umlaut over the A’s. BLOJÄÄB.
D: Okay guys, I get the joke.
Paris: Don’t forget the slash over the O so it’s BLØJÄÄB!
Ernie: Personally I find the name KØKSÜCKIR much more…
D: Stop it.
Now, many of you will feel bad for the perfectly good closet door with a hole drilled through it so a penis can be put through the orifice. That’s because you’re crazy - it’s a door. It has no feelings. Besides, the new one is much nicer.
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