The artichoke's fetish

Once there was an artichoke. As you can tell, he had a fetish. Ironically enough, it was being choked. One day he tried it for the first time. He experienced a feeling like never before, or rather a intensified version of a feeling he was rather familiar with. Each day he took it a step forward. He went on to more extreme measures to satisfy himself more than the previous day. One day he decided to use a belt to do it. He passed out from a lack of oxygen, and woke up in the hospital a while later. He could still feel the massive load of guacamole in his pants. He knew this would lead to a whole new future of pleasure. He made a device that would choke him, but loosen with his grip so when he passed out, he wouldn't have to wake up covered in guacamole next to a hot nurse that would make him once again choke himself until he felt himself release a hot steaming load of guac. He tightened it every day, and continued to feel more and more pleasure. One day, he tightened it so much that he was decapitated. At that moment he realized he had lost a head, but also acquired a new fetish. Decapitation. And maybe nurses. GOD was that nurse was hot. He died, the end.