You remember the game Chuzzle Deluxe? It was one of those crappy popcap games that would be default loaded onto your windows vista for a free trial. Well, I grew up in a strict religious household. It was one of the only games I owned for many, many, years. I asked for it for my birthday one year and I was allowed to have it. I sunk thousands of hours into it, and this was right at the time I hit puberty, no internet connection allowed. Only chuzzles, notepad and MS paint. Those Chuzzles really started doing it for me, it got to the point where I can't even look at men or women anymore. Do you know how hard it is when the only thing that turns you on is the little sounds those stupid fuckers make and their fuzzy little bounces? You go to sleep at night, dreaming, wishing you could just hold one of those giant chuzzles as your life partner. I was so determined to marry a chuzzle. I told my family everything. And they looked through and found all my chuzzle porn I made myself. So many fan fictions, so many bad paint drawings. I was forced into electrotherapy and now I only think of them once a week.