Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 64
I strayed my eyes to Brainbox’s legs as he
collected the paper from Man. He was dancing. If
it were to be now, i would reffer to the dance
step as Etighi. “see as s’hit dey make you dance
like mumu” I almost said.
As we walked or rather ran out of the compound, i
took a glimpse at the paper i held, it was a hard
paper, it looked more like hardcover paper. Such
paper could tear my a”sshole wider. It was the
direct opposite of tissue paper.
I took a glimpse at the sheets of paper Man and
Brainbox held. And i noticed mine was thicker
than their’s.
That was less a problem.
The problem at that moment was if our poo would
land us in Big poo.
First half over, and i changed my pooing position.
This time the poo that came out of my a”sshole
was like Egusi soup.
“e no go better for Mama Calabar” Brainbox
cursed.
The place we were pooing was everything but
someone’s farm, it looked bushy. Or so i tot.
An hour, and we were still there pooing. Not only
that, the sound our a”ssholes made could be
likened to that of a Ballistic missile.
Legend has it that one’s poo starts smelling nice
when he/she spends as long as an hour pooing.
My mouth was wide open as i tried forcing the
stubborn poo out of my bowel. I discovered that
the poo ran out faster when my mouth was open
than when it was closed. So i opened my mouth
althrough, not minding that flies could perch
inside.
Suddenly, i felt something cold came in contact
with my neck.
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