Thursday, August 10, 2017

Shit cushion II

I had a friend into the shed and his bum was sore for sitting on the little red chair. So we swapped places.

He removed the newspaper covering the shit cushion before sitting down. He did not see the stain before seating.

I didn't have the heart to tell him why the newspaper was there but then he's a nurse so I am sure he would understand if I had. 

Perhaps it's time to just get a new cushion—and try not to taint it with my taint.

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