When I was a teenager, I borrowed my mom’s remote control vibrating egg while she was out for a weekend. I jammed it in my a**, and the controller, which was completely innocuous and could’ve gone to any number of things, I gave to the nine year old girl I was babysitting and told her to play with it until she figured out what it went to. She spent the next twenty minutes running around the house, randomly flipping the switch, giving me one a*** o***** after another, and never found out what it went to.
