The closet

I'm tired of walking in the closet for some "alone" time with my plum pudding and there is Fat Fuck Fanuci trying to hang himself again. This is the fourth time/attempt. Everytime he tries the leather belt breaks. I wish he would leave me to my self and the Lib's tasty plum pudding--I mean the Master's tasty plum pudding.

Though it is funny to see him shit and piss himself all over his Registered PERV outfit every time he has tried to end his misery. Though the Master told me that the replacement and cleaning cost for his outfits comes straight out of Fanuci's meager paychecks. What a dumb ass!

Haiku

We made a fool of Fanuci in Durham tonight and I am using his suffering as my muse.

Here are two haikus for your pleasure.

A silent pause
the turd passes quickly
Bowels have a moment of enlightenment

Moon on the water
a log falls in
Plop!