Fuzzy Shit

They have been working me like the little white slave boy I am. I finished the super shaker with a few modifications and retrofits. It works, but it's a little scary. Super Shaker is chained and boomed to a large steel pole in the shop. It was supposed to go in the lab, but it's not really tame yet and I'm afraid it will kill one of the chemists. I explained this to them.... they didn't need much of an explanation. They had already heard about the assault on the pickup. I'm not sure what I'm going to do with "karen". For now she is in captivity. If 'they' piss with me, I'm going to release her.

I had an unimportant event I was going to throw up on here but I just found something that was far more unimportant.

So I have a routine when I get home from work. I pet the kids, visit with the dogs, and then pee. Normally in that order. Sometimes I get angry at the kids depending on how much shit they tore up in the short time from when the get off the bus until I get home. That didn't happen tonight. The kids only tore up a few things... angels. After visiting with the dogs I went into the bathroom to pee. It's not like girlfriend and I don't have enough shit to argue about on a regular basis so now she is doing odd things on purpose. The latest oddity being this furry thing that is adorning our toilet lid. It sort of looks like a someone took a rabbit hide, dyed it purple and then stapled it to the lid. It was beautiful. I lifted the lid and examined underneath - very nice. I set it back down, got my business out to do business, lifted the lid and started.... when out of my very limited peripheral vision I see this purple thing knifing down at me. I let out a little cuss squeal while I was twisting to avoid getting the end of my thing severed. It's already pretty damn short - It doesn't need to be shorter. So I'm standing there in agony, examining everything and making sure there is no damage. I sidle over to the side of the toilet, cram my ass in the corner of the room and basically suspend myself over the toilet while using my right knee to prop the lid open. I just start going again and in all my relief I notice that the lid is staying up on it's own. I let my knee down and slowly start creeping around to the front of the toilet, concentrating on my aim and not the lid. It's hard to get everything in the toilet even standing still. Peeing while on the move is a tricky deal I found out. Peeing while on the move, and dodging a slashing toilet lid/penis delarger is just a recipe for disaster.

I didn't quite get to the front of the toilet when the lid made a dive at my manhood again. Going with no hands isn't an option for me cause I got to stretch that thing out to get it out of hiding, so one hand was tied up stretching and pointing, and the other wasn't thinking fast enough. For some reason I was trying to get my knee up to catch the seat.

I cleaned up my mess. It wasn't that bad, as most of it was on me. I called the fuzzy piece of shit clinging on our lid a dirty gutter slut as I tossed it across the bathroom into the garbage and walked out.

To my surprise girlfriends daughter was sitting on our bed. She glanced over at me and casually said: "I hope you wash your hands, oh it looks like you already did!"

I doubt if it's possible for her to be scarred any worse than the rest of us.