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When I was younger, like 16-18, I had a guitar case that I could lock. In this guitar case I'd put all my alcohol, tobacco, drugs, whatever. I called it my "sin case." One day, my then girlfriend left her underwear at my place. These panties were c r u s t y. One could hold the crotch and it'd retain its shape. What I, ofcourse, did was yeet them into the sin case. I then proceeded to forget about 'em for a few weeks. The panties festered in there and I remember opening it and just being bombarded by the smell. After a while I think I threw them away or something.The smell, however, still lingered in my sin case, I didn't care that much though. It was a convenient place to store my beers.Now, many years later, I was about to store my guitar for a while, so I took the former sin case out of my basement. There was mold in the sin case. The sin case was covered in many types of unidentified mold. It, additionally, smelled exactly like how I remembered that 17-year old borderliner girl's vagina smelled like. The sin case was moldy, the fungi fed on my sins and the excretions of this girl. Worst part is that I remember exactly where the panties laid, you can probably guess it from the picture too.