big daddy dom refrigerator.

erm what the glorb ;-;

It's the next morning, as I awaken I roll over stretching out my arm, the bed is empty and cold. There's a massive wet patch as if you pissed your pants. Just seems like you had a good time yesterday. But you actually pissed yourself you revolting troglodyte.

You slowly stagger to the kitchen, he's standing there cooking (plucking a live chicken). You look at him and feel your itty bitty booty cheeks clench, biting your lip you walk up slowly to try and scare him. "RAHH!", you shout and he squeals like a little pig at the abattoir. His big rectangular prism self slowly falls over and makes huge creaking noises as if he were the titanic plummeting to its demise. He hits the ground with the loudest thud ever, the floor breaks and he continues to fall down... and down... and down.

He reaches the lobby of your apartment building and there's silence.

He lays there stiff (obviously cause he's a fucking fridge, you illiterate dickhead).

*Is he dead?* you think, tears welling.

You call the ambulance but they ignore you because they can't treat inanimate, lifeless objects. You try to justify yourself and say that you love Cornelius Bartholomew XVII... and they fucking hang up on you. LMAOOOOO!!

You're sobbing now, you little pussy bitch, as you dial the furniture movers. They can barely hear what you're saying over your crying but they show up around 7 minutes, 46 seconds and 21 milliseconds later. As it takes a team of 4 men using hand trolleys to move your baby boo and his big, thick and voluptuous arse you can't help but feel helpless. (Did that make sense? Maybe I'm illiterate too, shit)

A week later

Daddy is in the hospital, you've been constantly visiting and making sure he's still plugged in. He's in critical condition. It makes you love him less! So you pull up to Harvey Norman and sit in your car, contemplating purchasing a new kinky sex god. No one could be better than big Barthy boy. But that's what you think...

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Well well well... hello again reader, you miss me?

I'm doing it, are you?

I'm graduating high school next year and I'm still making this shit (thanks Abi for mentioning it, follow 'ILoafBananaBread')

Gimme suggestions cause i got no clue what i wanna continue this with, or what trope this even is?? I deserve to be in a fucking asylum.

Also compared to two years ago my mindset and humour has developed (which I feel is obvious) so you're welcome!! bye bye 🤫🧏