All I did was look into his eyes and he knew

All I did was look into his eyes and he knew just what I meant.Too bad he was a product of my imagination cause the man on my bed didn't know me at all.I was done wasting time on

laxitives and started to black out as liquid shit shot out of my ass and into the tub. My imaginary man friend never broke eye contact with me, which was a

bit unnerving. Even though he wasn't really there, I expected that he would at least feign giving me some privacy while my breakfast and lunch splattered all around me. The stench

from Tony the Tiger was unbelievable. He'd just come back from an Ironman Triathelon and reeked of BO and cat urine. He poured himself some co co puffs, but I didn't say anything

about the rather blatant cross-marketing scheme occurring right in front of my face. Some say it was because I'm desensitized, I would blame the pungent smell of Tiger Marathon

on my disability. I havnt been able to work since i smelt that disgusting odour which came from the planet

I then switch the channel to a far lovely show, Discovery Channel's Myth Busters. It is the story of two gay lovers who are just trying to find acceptance in the world why they go

find acceptance by blowing up everything I'm not sure, but it just goes to show, man love + explosions = ratings hit. That's why I pitched my TV series idea, which I liked to call

"The Kiss Bang Boom!" A crusty detective about to retire and a wise-cracking rookie get into high-speed chases and sexual tension. Video game showing up in the fall. Toys for kids.