I went to the bathroom yesterday, as usual. I mean lying. I smoke, balde and here I feel in the intimate zones like a sho-touch. I see the fish float, it turns out that the mom bought a live fish in the store and threw it into the bathroom and then split, roasted and eaten. As usual, I wore water and poured foam. I had not been so scared for a long time, it was probably fun to watch me run around the room with a wild whisper in the same towel and scream: fuck, fuck!