Madness string 1779

Random mermaid
Boris's stomach was big enough that he couldn't really afford to be a picky eater. Instead, he cultivated a deep appreciation of simple gustatory pleasures - a side of beef, an entire wheel of cheese, a crate of bread.

How any of this shit was shocking to anyone is beyond me. Everyone knew creepy handsy priests. It was an open secret. I wanted to be an altar boy when I was a kid and my mom was like, no way. She didn't tell ten-year-old me why at the time, but I figured it out eventually.