The next morning, Sven brought his fake brown friend on a paper plate into breakfast and the three girls freaked out as he touched it and pretended to eat it. You take old-fashioned brown wrapping paper, soak it in water, fashion it into a shit log of desired length, make it smooth or gnarly according to your mood, and insert it under your enemy’s covers. Unluckily for me, three of the four lodgers were there that day (not Sandy, or I might have got a real sassy earful) and came out to view the action although they hadn’t a clue yet what it was all about. They are hysterically funny (but also sad and deeply moving at times, as it’s when he started his spiral into deep and severe psychiatric problems which affected him for the rest of life). How dare you leave your disgusting fucking baby batter anywhere near my precious clothes, especially my very expensive underwear. So saying, she lifted up her short skirt to show the offending piece of underwear next to her cunt.
