Things with the porcupine ESSA didn’t work out – I was performing a sex act on him, ended up with a face full of quills and in the ER. That shit hurt yo! On so many levels. I have PTSD.
“Ms. Williams, you had to have been face to face. What happened?”
“We weren’t face to face exactly. He’s my emotional support sex animal.”
“There’s no such thing!”
“Who the fuck you telling! I got a face full a quills here. Can you take them out please?”
“Beastiality is illegal in Canada.”
“I know the law! My children weren’t involved, like that DLW guy with his stepdaughters and the family dog! Plus, there was no penetration!”
While I was finally getting the quills pulled outta my face, I thought, why aren’t they training properly these animals! I’m gonna sue, then open my own ESSA organization and take out a full-page ad in major newspapers.
I’ll share with you my full page ad when done.
When I grow up I’m gonna be a teacher, so I can tell parents shit like …
“Your child is so ugly I have trouble delivering lessons to the class. I don’t wanna look but he’s so hideous I can’t look away. It’s like my brain can’t make sense of what I’m seeing.”
Ms. Williams P.S. 161
The parents will complain about me to the principal and all they’re gonna hear is …
“Ms.Williams is right! Your child is repulsive. Sometimes I wonder if he’s human. I find it bewildering and sad because you guys are good-looking parents. Mr. Smith, have you thought about doing a DNA test to make sure he’s yours?”
I’m excited about a new short story I’m working on. I think I’m getting into a grove – writing in the morning and working out at night. But you know me! Next week or next month, I’ll be doing something different. Hopefully, it will be a good different.
Sleep!
Wed Jan 03
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