Death sentence
I'm so sorry about this, really I am. You have to die. It's nothing personal, really. It's just that my bath towel? Is NOT YOUR HOUSE. You're supposed to live in drains, in pipes, whatever. It's kind of a policy I have, and I can't afford to make exceptions. Once that happens, then 20 of your friends want to come in and use my shower as a waterslide. So you have to die now. Go in peace, my dirty little friend.
*Flush*
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