>I'm actually done
>But you're welcome to pick it up
Yes yes, I haven't touched myself in days.
Can't a man have a bit of butt piracy?
Oh no, it looks like I've slipped. What an unfortunate accident it would be if someone were to rip my clothes and ravage the area.
You look up from your newspaper.
"We aren't even in the shower Randell."
Randell continues to stare at you, a blank stare, you knew that Randell wasn't home. You go back to your newspaper, and flip another page.
After the first month you lost any remaining tears and sympathies for poor Randell, that man was clearly mentally handicapped, but then again, you were just a mirror, fading, obscuring away inside a shell of a man, who let himself get worse and worse every day.
Perhaps, that is why you rape niggas in the shower.
YFW the real Booty Warrior is free now.
Nah nah nigga you aint finished. I've been watching you. You aint washed behind yo ears or nothin. Look at me, see how I'm all clean and glistenin and shit? That's hygiene nigga. You can call me the health inspector.
"A fools errand, maybe you should pick it up, lest you know the sting of cryptic bullshit."
I thought I got around the whole dropping soap angle if I didn't bend over and just crouched down.
Then I thought "Oh they probably would want blowjobs instead."
There isn't any winning.