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Russell Brand has admitted that he tried to have sex with a vacuum cleaner when he was 14 years old. The comedian said he placed his penis inside the nozzle of the "Henry Hoover", which has a smiling face painted on the front. Speaking in support of a Polish builder caught pleasuring himself with a similar appliance in London, he told The Sun : "The lure of Henry is a force I once succumbed to as a lonely youth. It was a reckless and impetuous act.
In fact, after writing that sentence, I had to laugh, put my face in my hands— predictable. I am self-admittedly the least committed person, and I really do not like any sort of limitations placed on my sexual freedom, whatsoever, no questions. Heart not necessary.
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Teenage boy is full of raging hormones and has exhausted the list of household items to put his penis inside. Teenage boy decides the suction pipe of the vacuum would be the ideal next step. It added a spinning propeller, a razor-sharp blade mounted a few inches inside the end of the vacuum hose. At least that was the plan.
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