Could Have Happened To Any Of Us, Ya Know?

Ho hum, the sun came out, the day ends in "y", and a dude died in a sex toy related accident with a scarecrow.  Typical day tbh.

Look, Argentinian dude, I'm not going to say that I get it, because I don't.  This shit is weird and depraved as all hell.  But I do understand that dudes need to switch things up in their daily life.  If I eat burritos Monday and Tuesday, I don't want a burrito on Wednesday.  If you have regular inanimate object sex Monday and Tuesday, you don't want that on Wednesday.  You want to change it up.  I got pizza on Wednesday, you strapped a strap-on to a scarecrow on Wednesday and died.

Different animal, same beast.