My dog pooed on my hand. I licked it. It didn't taste as sweet as mine. It lacked flavour. I didn't like it very much. I gave it to my sister. She ate the poo. It gave her a stomach ache. I went to jail. I came out of jail and went to jail again for drug-dealing. I came out again. Somehow, I still had the poo on my hand. I started crying. Some liar called Soltanaaaa made me cry. She had polo glasses.I have an emo friend named Emomah. God bless the retired Manjuz, Toto and SumSum. I went to jail for hi-jacking a plane. I came out. I started belly-dancing. The two Somalian pirates saw me. I started crying again. I was walking to school and NiqNiq slapped me for no reason. I suddenly felt emo. The pain felt good. I cried for attention.NiqNiq got excluded for two weeks. I don't know where this is going but I have poo on my hand. Rani and Saleh had a cat fight. My name is NayNay and I have poo on my hand.
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Poo on my hand (Short story)
HumorThis story is something you don't read or hear everyday. It's VERY random and it's from out of this world (Nadialand).
