Willie
I try to forget the cathartic events of that Saturday afternoon. It was only by enduring excruciating pain that I managed to extract the safety pin from my n****e. Then I spent most of that evening in a quiet dormitory bathroom working my bowels to pass the remains of the celery stalk. With the bulbous end remaining in my anus, my sphincter contracted after Miss Beverlys final thrust broke it off. Thus by the time I returned to campus, my purse string muscle had relaxed with the greenery inside and it required time and much effort to extract it.
Some of Miss Nancys paint was difficult to remove and only finally disappeared with a second shower on Sunday.
So with bowel problems and face partially covered with paint, I was not able to spend the hard-earned fifty dollars as pl
