"I really should get to cleaning in here" Selena sighs to no-one in particular. Hmm,¿dónde está el señor Derrick" she wonders aloud before plunging her brush into the toilet below her titanic (to you) form. "Alright I got one shot at this" you think, as you grab on to the brush and begin the slow ascent upwards out of the porcelain prison. "Freeeeeeedom" you cry in full Willaim Wallace mode as you leap onto Selena's back, but your hopes are dashed as she suddenly straightens up and you get caught in her belt loop. "Now that that's done, I must go clean the..."
Copyright 2000 - 2024 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.10 seconds at 9:03pm on Dec 23, 2024 via server WEBX1.