My Game Boy

I have to apologize in advance. You know how I get around inanimate objects.

OH, YES. PUT IT IN!

MMM, YEAH… THAT’S HOW I LIKE IT—ON YOUR KNEES….

OOOOH, TOUCH ME RIGHT THERE, ALL THREE OF YOU!

My Game Boy, looking at the screen.

Oh. Oh, I’m sorry.

I’m sorry baby, I know you aren’t as big as the ones on the websites, but that doesn’t mean you don’t satisfy me. It’s still fun when we play together. It’s just…different than with them.

Baby, we’ve been together for over 14 years. People may call what we do “saving the princess,” “whipping Dracula,” or “dropping in a falling block.” But between us, it’s called something different.

It’s called love.

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