Today, I had to drive all the way across town to clean my grandfather's toilet for him. FML
Me and Jacob has just got done having a good time, if you know what I mean ;)
And then my phone rang. And I was all "Hello, Battersea's dog home, how may I help you?"
And then Charlie was all "WHUT?" and I was all "Nuffin, whaddya want?"
Turns out, his toilet was blocked and he needed me to clean it. So I drove across town and cleaned it.
Like a good granddaughter.
Whilst I was scrubbing, I felt a presence...then I felt alot more than that, more specifically, the feel of liquid wet shit on my face.
SOMEONE FLUSHED THE TOILET. RAAAAAAAAAGE.
I returned home with Charlie's shit on my face.
That one wasn't very good, I'm afraid D: