Write your own adventure.

The furry tongue.

or was it gold ?

My balls were growing.

I screamed again

and again ...

I couldn't move.

No time for this, i have to get rid of this bomb before it explodes

so i sat down

And contemplated

while thinking about poetry

Was it all some sort of conspiracy?

Was there a reason for our existence? Was I here to serve a bigger purpose?

no hallucination

There were many thoughts flooding my mind, but there was one thing that overwrote them all, one person that meant more than anyone else, more than anything else...

my adopted son, Muriel

was he an alien?

Who was a wombat.

I had given him a girl's name because he was special...

but he is dead now

he was heterosexual

so many memories

from the bottom of my butt

So much pain.

i screamed again

then my head started spining