My definition of humiliation

Yesterday I was punished by the Toid for using more than my rationed share of toilet paper to wipe my ass. The Master says that we are allowed only one square, but he didn't see this mound of chocolate pudding in my ass. What was I supposed to do--so no TV. Anyway, I had to read a dictionary to expand my vocabularies...nyuck, nyuck, nyuck. I came across the woid, "humiliation".

It reads:Humiliation of one person by another is often used as a way of asserting power over others, and is a common form of oppression or abuse. In either of these cases, it may be motivated by sadism or desire for sexual humiliation. Humiliation may include (also in combinations): forced nudity, forced cross-dressing.

This defination is bullshit and believe me, I know. This December has been the woist and most humiliating eva!! I feel like I could write a book about humilation, just in this month alone. Foist of all, I thought it was going to be one of the highlights of my life. I was featured on the Master's Christmas Special. I was sure after this appearance, I would be in the Godfather part 4. Unfortunately, after my beautiful song to the Master, I was given a savage beating and then was sexually assaulted by the retards, not once but twicet!! Secondly, I had to watch my beloved Huskies, co-champions of the Big East, be forced to give the Deacons of Wake oral satisfaction in the Car Care Bowl. Finally on the next to the last day of the year, my Beloved Steelers, who at the beginning of the month looked to be in position to win it all, were gang-raped by the lowest of teams, the Ravens. That to me is real humilation. Then, I was totally and miserably humiliated not oncet, not twicet, not thricet, but foy times at Season's Beatings. I was sure I was gonna help out Pike, but I missed and nailed him opening a cut on him and costing him his match. I just wanted to help him out against that bastid Prince Charming so I could steal the lovely Amelia away again, but alas, The Toid played his trumpet. Then I tried to help Da Crunk and the Toid beat up Amos Beiler but I missed Amos and hit Da Crunk and The Toid instead, an oncet again I hoid the warbly wail of the trumpet. Then, I was made such a fool when Dale Taylor threw my ass over the top foist in the battle royal, and once again the trumpet played its muted pitch. And finally, I dropped The Master as I was trying to take his carcass to the back and the trumpet's lonely cry blared out into the silent night one last time.

Unfortunately, tomorrow will not be any better. Because I was using too much toilet paper, I was forced to eat a bunch of ex-lax. Sadly enough I feel like my sphincter muscles don't work. I have to push on the skin between my balls and rectum to even have a movement.... wooo, wooo, wooo, wooo....