Library Humiliation

I taught that I could spend a relaxing saturday at the Braddock library, away from the Master's minions who taunt my ass endlessly. Though fate would rule that humiliation continues to follow my every step and in this case, bowel movements.

After several hours of reading my master's Internet rants against Republicans, I had to take a massive dump. Boy my master's new favorite dish--Dreamfield's Pasta--was literally coming back, or should i say out, to haunt my ass. I felt like a dump trunk pouring gallons of liquified stool into the only working toilet in the building--a urinal. Well, needless to say, the bathroom was a disasta. The toilet was clogged like I dumped cement into the pipes and shit was everywhere. I thought I could get away befoy someone walked in, unfortunately Kelly Millis must had saw what I did on the security camera's inside the batroom. And befoy I could pull my pants up, there he was staring at my ass and drooling.

To prevent his ass from calling the fuzz, I had to massage his prostate and give him a hundred bucks. The noive!! That money was for my master's beloved Hillary. On top of that shit, I had to walk to the janitor's closet (wearing a sign that said Dookey boy) and get a plunger to clean up all the commodes in the building. Why I oughtaaa.....Next time, I am going to get arrested so I can have a relaxing evening in jail.