Once my bread is in the oven I realized something.
"GODDAMMIT NOT AGAIN" I scream as I realize I put the bread up my asshole and not in the oven.
I sighed as I took the wax I had in my bathroom Cupboard down. "I JUST KNEW THIS ULTRA STRONG WAX WOULD COME IN HANDY AT SOME POINT" I chanted as I remember the details of this ultra strong wax not working on my titanium pubes.
I look into the mirror as I see my pubes dangling just past my knees, I'll use the jackhammer to trim them later.
I go to my cage and began mixing the wax, yeast, and vodka into a pot over a steaming flame. I had decided to not add the flour because it took away from the yeast smell. As I smoke a joint and wait for the mixture to fully melt I think to myself "why don't I have any rats?" I decide from this point on I will own a army of rats.
