Stink, sweat, be laughed at for 24 hours

The spastic twat should be able to really experience what a bastard he is.

A friend told him to make a suit out of garbage bags and then put on diapers, E-CB, the garbage bag suit, a ski suit and a ski jacket. In addition rubber boots, rubber gloves and a helmet. Then lubricate the skull with gel made from old, stinking piss. It should stay that way for 24 hours.

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The spast was on the verge of a vomit when he smeared the piss gel in his face and, as expected, spread and massaged all over his skull. It smelled beastly and in the outfit he started to sweat profusely. The E-CB was at the highest level and seemed to be grilling its tail. This is what a fool’s past looks like and how it should feel.

The spast was now 24 hours ahead and didn’t really know how to pass the time. Television on the sofa did not work because piss slime dripped from his face and pulled long, stinking threads. So the spast went to his PC and tried to chat with the thick rubber gloves. He didn’t dare video chat and luckily nobody had ordered that.

In the chat he met Sir Dennis, who occasionally has the kindness to take care of the full spast. Sir Dennis found the outfit far too little for a fool and ordered “Put on more!” The fool obeyed and squeezed himself into a second ski suit. But Sir Dennis was still unsatisfied “Put on even more!” he ordered and could not be dissuaded by the foolishness of the fool. So the spast had to put on a cardigan.

The damp heat was steaming out of his collar and his tail was pounding. The spast informed Sir Dennis that the original outfit should stay on until the next day in the afternoon. “Then you keep everything on until afternoon!” Shit, the fool thought, but he was obliged to be honest. After all, he was allowed to regulate the E-CB down to sleep on a small scale – only for sleeping.

The spast chatted for a while and tried to move as little as possible so as not to sweat more. Then he planned to go to bed and hope that the night would pass quickly. Just when he was about to turn off the PC, an acquaintance caught him in the chat. To the mandatory question “How are you?” the spast briefly reported on his current situation. The acquaintance laughed himself broken and said “Do you still have piss gel?”. The spast truthfully replied “Yes!” Whether everything in him was shouting “Say NO, say NO!”. The acquaintance only said: “Then pull plastic over it to protect your chic wool jacket, lie down nicely in your foil bed and massage the rest of the piss gel nicely on your skull. You can have your face on and grease your skull from the inside ! Have a nice night! ”

That had been sitting .. Well, a dork is not a dork for nothing and so the full spast also followed these instructions.

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The fool then recorded the lubrication with the piss slime on video. He was no longer able to take pictures because he was completely covered with mucus. Then everything was done and there was nothing left to do but lie in the film, sweat and stink to vomit. With every movement the slime made noises and again a smelly cloud rose in the nose. So the filthy spast lay there in its slime and juice and cooked to itself. Finally he fell asleep and got nothing of his situation for a few hours until he woke up at 6:00 am and was the first to notice the unspeakable stench. Of course, he had not forgotten that he had been ordered to turn the E-KG on again in the morning. He did so and a short cry escaped his pissgel-stuck fool’s face. The tail seemed to be sifted through by tacks … That could be a ‘great’ day.

But this is another story

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