DAMN YOU MANCUBUS
SO I WAS RUNNING SOME ERRANDS IN A PART OF HELL I'M NOT USUALLY IN, WHEN ALL THAT CHERRY SODA REALLY GOT TO ME... NORMALLY I DON'T USE PUBLIC BATHROOMS (CYBER DEMONS FROM HELL AS LARGE AS MYSELF DON'T USUALLY FIT) BUT THERE WAS ONE RIGHT NEXT TO THE HAM-HAND SUPPORT GROUP BUILDING THAT WAS OUTFITTED ESPECIALLY FOR THE LARGER SORT OF DEMONS.
SO WHEN I GET IN THERE AND AM ABOUT TO RELIEVE MY CHERRY-SODA-FILLED BLADDER, WHO STROLLS IN BUT A MANCUBUS. NOW, MOST PEOPLE DON'T KNOW THIS ABOUT THE DOODY, BUT I'M A LITTLE SHY. SO HE'S IN THERE, CHATTING IT UP, WHILE I'M TRYING TO DO MY THING... AND HE MADE ME SO MAD!
SO HE ASKS ME IF THERE'S ANYTHING WRONG, AND, TO KEEP UP MY TOUGH CYBER DEMON IMAGE, I SAID NO, PUSHED REALLY HARD, FELT SOMETHING POP, AND A LITTLE BLOOD CAME OUT.
PUBLIC RESTROOMS ARE NOT FOR THE DOODY.
SO WHEN I GET IN THERE AND AM ABOUT TO RELIEVE MY CHERRY-SODA-FILLED BLADDER, WHO STROLLS IN BUT A MANCUBUS. NOW, MOST PEOPLE DON'T KNOW THIS ABOUT THE DOODY, BUT I'M A LITTLE SHY. SO HE'S IN THERE, CHATTING IT UP, WHILE I'M TRYING TO DO MY THING... AND HE MADE ME SO MAD!
SO HE ASKS ME IF THERE'S ANYTHING WRONG, AND, TO KEEP UP MY TOUGH CYBER DEMON IMAGE, I SAID NO, PUSHED REALLY HARD, FELT SOMETHING POP, AND A LITTLE BLOOD CAME OUT.
PUBLIC RESTROOMS ARE NOT FOR THE DOODY.