My great great grandma was the purveyor of every single dildo in North Korea, until the state mandated that they all be injection-moulded into the shape of Kim Il-Sung's pecker at state facilities instead. She fled to the US with nothing, not a single dildo.
I love how these stories get more and more bizarre depending on how many generations removed the teller is.
My great grandfather supplied the entire country with funko pops until the evil communists came
My great great grandma was the purveyor of every single dildo in North Korea, until the state mandated that they all be injection-moulded into the shape of Kim Il-Sung's pecker at state facilities instead. She fled to the US with nothing, not a single dildo.
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