"I don't give a fuck!--" The man named Mario stopped shouting after she escaped a loud fart around the cubicle. Their voices seeming to come to a halt from the horrendous distraction. Her beautifully scented fart rang across the room with different...
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(2/10/19) Chapter 1 is now edited! Don't forget to vote and comment, please? Happy reading, tater tots!
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"Diarrhea let me go, go, go..."
Tiffany Bay Garcia silently sang out loud while secretly farting and mopping the dirty, old floor. Her fake blue eyes roamed around around the store for anyone before sighing when she finally noticed that the coast was clear.
It was definitely such a good day for her. Please note the sarcasm.
Not that she was having a new case of a diarrhea, but the fact that the kid who was irking her was back on the loose. Intentionally walking on the floor that she was just mopping on.
Tiffany wanted nothing more than to bash her dirty soaked mop on this little boy's skull and make a dent.
She thought it for a second or two, giving herself a bullet form of why hitting a kid was nasty work. One, It'll just give her more work because his sticky red blood would flow and stain the shiny floor that she just cleaned. Second, she's on a diarrhea chase and third, she'll probably go to jail for it and rot in hell.
Too harsh? Hmm, probably.
Tell that to a woman aching to make a dump.
The way her eyes gazed over towards a large pack of lays, made the kid look at her. Continuously padding his dirty shoes on the wet floor. Leaving another set of rude footprints.
