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It happened when I was 6. Basically I was a subhuman from birth, meaning while all my peers had done potty training and were shitting in the toilets like normal humans I was being a retard and pooping everywhere, just like a normal indian.
I had it under control for a few months but out of the blue I felt intense stomach pain while watching Tom and jerry on the TV. I doubled over in pain but not making a sound since I was a high T warrior. I could feel warm liquid trickling down my back legs, to my shock they were brown.. I couldn’t control it, so I let go...
The sofa was green originally. By the time I was done, it look like it come out of the factory in chocolate brown.
Then my mum walks in to feed me and she saw the mess and raged at me. She ran up to me and put her 6 inch wrists on my neck screaming that how a subhuman rat can destroy fine Italian leather. I had no chance trying to combat her with my 2 inch wrists at the time. (Now I have 6 inch wrists) I thought I was going to die, I started crying and lost all bowel control, causing me to shit even further. Everything smelled like shit, there was poo on the floor, I felt like a healthy functioning Indian in a middle class Indian residence.
My mum forces me to clean up and I do, but not quickly enough because my dad come home within half and hour to this shit show. He exclaims ‘what the fuck’ (first time I heard him swear.) My mum tells him everything like how I am basically still retarded, she can’t keep doing this shit every week and I am a demon spawn sent to obliterate her enjoyment in life.
My dad grab me by the shirt, raised me up and ask ‘why the fuck did you shit everywhere except in the toilet?!’
I pee all over him because I’m scared of this this high T brute. He yells in disgust and drops me on the floor, effectively bonesmashing my maxilla.
Then he went to take a shower.
I really liked my dad as a kid so I was legit sad that he was angry at me, so I went to his room that night and said sorry. But he just signalled me to piss off and die lmfao.
I had it under control for a few months but out of the blue I felt intense stomach pain while watching Tom and jerry on the TV. I doubled over in pain but not making a sound since I was a high T warrior. I could feel warm liquid trickling down my back legs, to my shock they were brown.. I couldn’t control it, so I let go...
The sofa was green originally. By the time I was done, it look like it come out of the factory in chocolate brown.
Then my mum walks in to feed me and she saw the mess and raged at me. She ran up to me and put her 6 inch wrists on my neck screaming that how a subhuman rat can destroy fine Italian leather. I had no chance trying to combat her with my 2 inch wrists at the time. (Now I have 6 inch wrists) I thought I was going to die, I started crying and lost all bowel control, causing me to shit even further. Everything smelled like shit, there was poo on the floor, I felt like a healthy functioning Indian in a middle class Indian residence.
My mum forces me to clean up and I do, but not quickly enough because my dad come home within half and hour to this shit show. He exclaims ‘what the fuck’ (first time I heard him swear.) My mum tells him everything like how I am basically still retarded, she can’t keep doing this shit every week and I am a demon spawn sent to obliterate her enjoyment in life.
My dad grab me by the shirt, raised me up and ask ‘why the fuck did you shit everywhere except in the toilet?!’
I pee all over him because I’m scared of this this high T brute. He yells in disgust and drops me on the floor, effectively bonesmashing my maxilla.
Then he went to take a shower.
I really liked my dad as a kid so I was legit sad that he was angry at me, so I went to his room that night and said sorry. But he just signalled me to piss off and die lmfao.
