And, the house isn't full of used cock rings. They're in his room. I worked at a sex shop for a year and yes,, they have cock rings that vibrate, light up, there's even ones that play a song. It's gross. But my brothers this muscle bound meat head looking dude who sits around and works out to New York State of Mind (by Billy Joel), which is also true, and my parents have just accepted that he's an "individual" his cock rings just sit out in the open in his room and I think that alone is fucking funny.