Nature's Call
By acidcrys
Creeping past the crack of dawn, my sanity's nearly gone. Nature's screaming my name, my bladder's never gonna be the same. In the dimly lit kitchen, where my mom's usually bitchin', there's only the hum of the fan, as I slowly tiptoe to the can. Into my brothers room, the horrifying pit of doom. running now, I gag from the stench, as I hear "hurry up you stupid wench". As I reach for the the doorknob, my bladder lets out a happy sob. In echo of the doors screeching squeak, I let out my uhm.. my satisfying leak. I ponder the world's fate; all the loving and all the hate. Come on you know thinking's best on crappers, ('specially for all those damn rappers.) This is the ending of my nightly nature call, as I roll my toilet paper into a big ball. I warn you, this is a must-go, a must-do, so if i say "making dad a mixed drink, Coo'?" or "I'm dying brb" the phrase may be, do us all a favor, just believe me.dont ask. Written November 11th, 2001 © on Nov 11 2001 05:40 AM PST 20 • 0 • 14
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