My feet are having a bad night.
It all started on the rainy night of the 16th of January 2012. I decided I needed to take a leek so walked out of my room with the intention of peeing all safe and snug in my mum's toilet (the only toilet in the house) but I immeditatly stopped when I remembered that my aunt is sleeping over in her room. I didn't want to wake her so I decided to go outside and release my inner liquified pressure in the outside plant. As I approched the plant my feet stepped into something I instantly assumed was H2O but realised that I was under a roof and that liquid type substance was most probable to be my loving, cute and cuddley, pet dog's piss. i decided to carry on with my current mission at "hand" and let my hydro pump release at full velocity towards the asexual green living thing growing from the pot. As comfort seized me I then realised that my tank was empty so I did my fly up and started to walk back inside my entirely clean, warm, dry and poop free house... But was soon not a poop free house as when I was passing the entrance my foot opposite the one that was wet stepped into something that I could say...Chocolate brownies?...Nah stuff it, it was dog shit. Next time im wearing fucking thongs.
