I groaned as I looked at the clock. 12:54. At midnight that's when I give up. Shawn wasn't home yet. He probably got his weewee in someone else tampon tunnel. Fudge him. Sleep is more important.
I rubbed my cat Mrs. Dog. It always helped me fall asleep. Soon enough I was sleep.
I loud groan woke me up. "Stupid Cat." I said taking my hand away from it.
"No don't stop!" I heard it say. THE FUDGE is this a dream.
"I ain't touching you Mr. Dog. You a nasty hoe."
I heard the bed shift. " Well your pussy stank."
I turned over the bed and it was SHAWN. Mah husband and side dick.
" I thot it was the cat." I laughed.
" no it was my weewee." HE said
"No wonder it was so small."
