Post by Jack "The Crack" Schlongson on May 24, 2017 20:33:14 GMT -6
Ever had a poop so hard that you're not sure if your butthole will ever be the same?
Like, its such a traumatic experience, that it spiritually changes your butthole. Like, he's there, and he tries to act the same, but you know deep down inside, something is different. Some innate part of him has been altered by the tragedy, forcing him to project a hollow recreation of himself made apparent by his lack of heart, and deep down inside there is something pushing him deeper into his own mind, slowly becoming disassociated with the rest of society until he is entirely absorbed in his solipsistic existence?
And you look at him, and you no longer see the butthole, but a shadowy echo of something that once was your butthole?
Like, its such a traumatic experience, that it spiritually changes your butthole. Like, he's there, and he tries to act the same, but you know deep down inside, something is different. Some innate part of him has been altered by the tragedy, forcing him to project a hollow recreation of himself made apparent by his lack of heart, and deep down inside there is something pushing him deeper into his own mind, slowly becoming disassociated with the rest of society until he is entirely absorbed in his solipsistic existence?
And you look at him, and you no longer see the butthole, but a shadowy echo of something that once was your butthole?
