Since the sincere but adolescent Americans are dismantling those rape rooms in Iraq, The Edge and I were pondering: how does one build a rape room? Is there a bed in there? Handcuffs? A nice waterbowl of fine Irish porcelain to clean oneself up after an Uday anal stint? Bishop Tutu won't return my calls on the issue.
The brilliant Martin Sheen once said the only two good things America ever produced were jazz and Alcoholics Anonymous. I agree with the white-knuckled drunk entirely, except I substitute Elvis and the Reverend King.
Back to those rape rooms: toilet paper?
Ahh……Guest Blogger, pseudonym, alter ego, a left over bit from the tapir post? Introduction...please. Not that I have rights to request anything, of course.
Posted by: mudmarine at January 25, 2005 10:34 PMNo bed. Bare matress on the floor. One of those "Spanish Hammock" things with the leather straps for wrists and feet hanging from the ceiling. Tear-away tee-shirts and panties. S&M instruments mounted on the wall. A video camera and lots of KY-Jelly.
Not that I've ever HAD a "rape room" or anything. But I HAVE played "escaped prisoner and Warden's wife" a few times. Everything above applies to that game, too.
Posted by: Acidman at January 25, 2005 10:36 PMDamn, Acidman. Are you sure you weren't a paid consultant to the Baathist regime?
Posted by: Velociman at January 25, 2005 10:51 PMI never used an electric cattle prod.
I generated enough electricity with my own personal... never mind.
Posted by: Acidman at January 25, 2005 11:35 PM