

Remember when your ol' pop told you the story about how that one time when he was in college/the army a friend of his swallowed goldfish, only to spit them back up alive? That's just the kind of talent bulimic wang-wranglers are wild to emulate in this petite film du jour, I suppose. Why the fuck else would anyone do
this?
Note: the video is tiny and is itself afloat in a sea of harlequin advertisements, but it is the only moving image on the page. In the words of The Good Dr., "it's just too small
enough."
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