This is not the standard trip in the nostalgia hell-hole. This story gets nasty as new chapters open up, from Moti-Ke’s diary. In the meantime – If you are a K.V graduate and want to share your stories – nasty disgusting stories, send them here or by email.

WARNING: Do not send sweety sweet cushy, old times were so nice stories. They were never nice. It’s bad. always bad. all the time.