sometimes hear someone fleshing out their earliest memory.
If it cums up naturally, I give mine.
"I remember it very well.
I shoved past future politicans, leaders, hell- I even stomped over a few potential twins and it still alarms me how many retards were at the forefront of the surge. It was them, me, a few desperate souls wanting their chance at reincarnation and only 1 egg up for grabs."
Let's just say, something did cum up naturally, and it wasn't (ever) my mother
This pee was different.
The church didn't connect with me too much but one of the few things I always could remember was the trifecta.
And, on the toilet seat was now
The Father (which would be me, or the potential there within)
The Son (also me, nice)
And the Holy Spirit, is what I considered the goo that came out of me as though this mid-seermon piss was an exorcism.
The halfply toilet paper I'm wiping it away with shall be the ark, and the flood will be unforgiving No survivors, just me, the Creator, punishing them for having had the balls to exist
3rd day of Summer, Sunday night. We must be finally getting something different.
"What's for dinner?"
"Fried ice and doughnut holes"
I was wrong.
That answer sent him to his room, presenting a stoic response even as he pulled out the drawing he was waiting to magnet onto the fridge until he first received a single thing from that fridge as payment. He drew x's on the eyes on all but his own.
Ah, the sweet life of a starving artist.