“Oh no, my helpless shitrat who warned me that he needs to shit had now just shit all over my walls. If only there was something that could’ve been done to prevent this.”
This guy is starting to annoy me almost as much as the pillow-fluffer chick.
“Oh no, my helpless shitrat who warned me that he needs to shit had now just shit all over my walls. If only there was something that could’ve been done to prevent this.”
This guy is starting to annoy me almost as much as the pillow-fluffer chick.
Finally, both are punished, one by the shit, the other one by the whip…
Well, all the posibilities of me wanting a fluffy if they ever existed were flushed down the toilet… Imagine having to clean THAT… Oh God…
Fantastic
Prevention starts by the shitrat scheduling his shits at convenient times for others instead of being a selfish, legless, teebee-breaking nuisance.