Plug
Today I sat on the toilet and delivered a naughty load into the bowl. Wiping My arse is something that I do not enjoy apart from those amazing ghost wipes, those mini lottery wins. Midway through being on the toilet, the house phone rang, instead of leaving it, I decided to plug My arse with a couple of quilted sheets. I answered the phone and then carried on. Long story short I forgot to go back to the bog and when I went to go in the shower and I took My strides off those two sheets had disappeared. So somewhere in My house there are two sheets with a hint of pony. I have nee idea where they are
