I sat my ass on the toilet, ready to take a relaxing crap - the window was open, a breeze brushed across my forehead and I gently released the brown snake. It took a few minutes to make its way out, and then right in the middle of the excavation ther was

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I sat my ass on the toilet, ready to take a relaxing crap - the window was open, a breeze brushed across my forehead and I gently released the brown snake. It took a few minutes to make its way out, and then right in the middle of the excavation ther was just a hole. What a disappointment. Perhaps it might be best to get on with something else instead, he mused. "Yes, why don't you do that?" something said in a small voice. On his shoulder was a small mind-reading parasitic twin that wouldn't allow a moments peace! Jesus, being a twin had it's moments, but this wasn't one of them. I grabbed the nearest magazine and began turning pages in a frenzy in hopes of finding that one special picture of Paris Hilton & her darling little dog, Sugartits or whatever the fuck its name is. I felt sorry for the dog. The dog had done nothing wrong except being born. Poor thing was destined for a life of misery because of it, but what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.