Tongue Wrestling for Tonsil Stones

De: Rowland Bercy Jr.

Narrado por: Zach Hebert

When a peculiar medical condition caused Roger’s senses to do a switcheroo, almost overnight, he developed an unusual fixation — the distinct aroma and taste of tonsil stones. Thanks to his rare olfactory oddity syndrome Roger is willing do whatever necessary to amass a cache of coveted calcified throat nuggets. It was his dirty little secret, but hey, everyone has their kinks.

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Yeah this is gross but I liked it

Do not recommend this unless you’re a splatter punk fan, it’s short but keeps u wanting to find out what happends next and it definitely keeps getting worse but in a good way? 😂 ending was crazy

Squirming

The sound effects were amazing, and so gross! Roland Bercy Jr. killed it with this short nasty.

disgusting

🤣🤣 even after reading it previously, the audio was so much worse. the sound effects are the perfect touch to make this monstrosity even more vomit inducing. Thank you so much Rowland for making this disgusting little treat!

Tonsil Stones....Eewww

Rowland Bercy Jr. has plunged his pen into the festering abyss once more, and the result is Tongue Wrestling for Tonsil Stones, a literary experience akin to accidentally swallowing a week-old gym sock. If you thought Bercy had reached peak grotesquery with his previous endeavors, think again. This latest offering doesn't just cross the line; it pole-vaults over it, lands in a puddle of questionable origin, and then sends you a postcard detailing the smell.
Our protagonist, a connoisseur of the truly stomach-churning, embarks on a culinary journey so bizarre it makes Fear Factor look like a tea party. Bercy's descriptions are so viscerally vivid, so unashamedly graphic, that I genuinely considered calling a hazmat team for my own digestive system. I felt a creeping nausea settle in with each turn of the page, a testament to Bercy's unsettling talent for painting the unpaintable.
And yet... I couldn't look away. Like a rubbernecker at the scene of a particularly gruesome literary accident, I was morbidly fascinated. Bercy's writing, while capable of inducing involuntary gag reflexes, possesses a strange, compelling energy. He wields the language of revulsion with the precision of a brain surgeon (albeit one operating on something deeply unpleasant).
"Disgusting and vile in all the best ways possible" doesn't even begin to cover it. This book is a dare, a challenge to your gag reflex, and a testament to the fact that some stories are so wrong they're perversely right. Consider this your official warning: Tongue Wrestling for Tonsil Stones is not for the faint of heart (or stomach). But if you, like me, have a dark curiosity and a cast-iron constitution, then dive in. You'll feel ill, you'll question your life choices, but you'll also, begrudgingly, appreciate the sheer audacity of Rowland Bercy Jr. Consider me a newly converted (and slightly queasy) fan. I'll be reaching for more of his work... after a hefty dose of antacids.

Gross

I've read a fair amount of extreme horror and rarely does a book make me physically gag, but Tongue Wrestling for Tonsil Stones did. I thought I'd listen to it in one go, but it took me two weeks doing 5 minutes at a time. Rowland Bercy has a gift for describing textures and smells so it feels like they're in your mouth. I can't wait to read what he writes next!