“My dick won’t work!” Chad shrieked, slamming his fists down on the table. The wine in his glass rippled, and he felt the urge to toss it against the wall. The witch shrugged, nails tapping.
“What do you expect, sweetie? You’re dead. A broken dick is the last thing you should be worried about.”
Chad groaned, slumping forward. This was the worst possible thing that could have happened. “It’s Halloween…” he whined. “I could actually get laid tonight. No one would know…”
The witch laughed, flicking her fingers at him. “Then I suggest you find Popsicle sticks and duct tape.
“What do you expect, sweetie? You’re dead. A broken dick is the last thing you should be worried about.”
Chad groaned, slumping forward. This was the worst possible thing that could have happened. “It’s Halloween…” he whined. “I could actually get laid tonight. No one would know…”
The witch laughed, flicking her fingers at him. “Then I suggest you find Popsicle sticks and duct tape.
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