It was a drizzly Tuesday. The sun lay hidden behind a drab layer of thick gray clouds, flooding the ground below. Reluctantly, I crawled from my bed, scratched my arse, and proceeded to the bathroom, plagued with fatuige and misery.
As I trudged toward the cold hard floor, my head began to spin, I could feel a dark presence watching over me, deep within my bowels, or toes.... But I soldiered on, and made it into the bathroom, ready to brush my teeth like the alpa male I was. I proceeded to wash my armpits in a masculine, Spartan fashion, and scrub my balls with pride. Upon emerging from the room, I felt invigorated, as if I could take on the world.
It was at this point that I decided to move on to the kitchen for a real test of my manhood.
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The time I found a pube in my cereal
Short StoryA gripping tale about Kelloggs and pubic hair
