If Cotton Could Talk: A Blackwashed 19th Century Pre-Civil War Fictional Story That Depicts The People, Tone And Events Of The Era. (The whileBlack Chronicles’ Book 1)
“Doo-de-doo, here I am, enjoying the fresh air, just hanging on this plant. WAAH, what’s going on, who picked me? Oh, the horror, I’m perishing! AAAARRGHHH! . . . Now I am underwear.”
“Doo-de-doo, here I am, enjoying the fresh air, just hanging on this plant. WAAH, what’s going on, who picked me? Oh, the horror, I’m perishing! AAAARRGHHH! . . . Now I am underwear.”
And not just anywhere on underwear…noooo, I’m in the BACK, where I’m getting streaked by this MAN! EEEYYYUUUUUUU!!!!
Did you HAVE to make it scatological? I’m still traumatized by ‘Amber Turd’.
Yes, yes I did, because YOU started it, by making it underwear. BLAME YOURSELF, not me!!!
There’s a lot of distance between Captain Underpants and diarrhea, just saying. 💩
Oookay, I’ll buy that. 🙂