I may have killed someone. Just now. I don't think it's my fault though, I mean, I told him to shut up first. Things just kinda happened. Regardless, I've got a guy lying here, in my room, not breathing. I asked my roommates and they said just pitch it in the garbage. I don't think he'll fit, though. So, I guess what I'm asking is, what should I do?
Call the hospital, then call the police and explain the situation. After that, call the Loch Ness Monster explain that she will not be getting her tree fiddy. Alternatively, take him to sleep with the fishes. I hear that's pretty therapeutic.
It turns out he's a lot more manageable in smaller pieces. I hope Apartment Maintenance will unclog the toilet without any questions, though.
My English teacher wanted to have sex in junior high. The only problem was, my English teacher was a guy. I smacked him in his face with an eraser. Chased him with a stapler. Stapled his nuts to a stack of papers
Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up Flashed the bartender, then stuck my dick in her tip cup