Whatever...

You reach into your underwear, and with swift maneuverability, you throw your fist forcefully into you Rectum. It isn't exactly a pleasureable experience, but what must be done, shalt be done as Jesus said. You flip out your hand, which is now covered in your excremental material. But hey, you've got a box of beer, a 6-pack. May not be enough, but hey, you may have more up there. You suck on your fingers, removing the unremoved faeces. You quite enjoy the pleasurable experience of devouring a nice bar of chocolate or candy....


...This is not chocolate.

...Or Candy.


You nearly spew up your guts, quickly downing the beer, washing down the tender, brown thing that you have just devoured.

Everyone else downs the shit-covered beers. Even Wendy, that bitchy slut that has a strange belief that boys are 'yucky,' and that her hair is nice and 'pwitty.' Well, in reality, it's unnattractive, as-in, Bimbo-ish, which is probably and over-statement. Her lusty husky voice is actually rather due to a dry throat, and her glossy make-up is just apparently an accessory just to alter her appearance. It does not.

Wendy protests loudly once she sees the can of beer, but then, nobody has resist the amazing brand that you have conveniently stored inside your rectum.


Your teacher, Mrs.Antilisa, begins to scream, demanding boisterously that you discontinue the party.