Xxx: I was in the camp only once, but I remembered it forever. I was in class at 6-7.

I was sick, so I had a stomach, defined my illness as constipation and sent for a cyst. I run out of the office to the side of the push. I covered the mutation with my hand. And in front of the other office, losing the cowards, she runs away. We met in the middle of the hallway next to the toilet. I, as a true gentleman, give in to the lady, and I myself try to understand will bring to the bushes on the doorstep or better right here in the flower pot to drop the load from the soul. And then she screams from the inside, “There are two points!“”

Seated mentally.



Yyy: The first really cute story about shit