The story of a lonesome ol'Jerome

Andy was confused, looking from me to Sherpa as I put my little man away. And then the moment of comprehension came. “Oh my fucking god! EEuuww! Fuck! That was his fucking dick? Fuck me! Gwyn, what the fuck?! Ah, shit!”

He looked around, somewhat frantically, and I couldn’t help laughing. I had heard about people mistaking male ferret’s prepuces for belly buttons before, but I had never seen it in person. I couldn’t believe Andy had just fucking raspberried Sherpa’s nethers!

I made an effort to stop laughing and look reassuring. “Andy, calm down, it’s ok.” I decided to somewhat exaggerate to calm him down. “Veterinarians hear about people making that mistake all the time. Don’t worry, I’ll let you borrow my toothbrush, ok?” Andy let me walk him back into the bathroom and I left him brushing his teeth with perhaps more than necessary vigor and excessive toothpaste.

I sat down at my computer chair, summoning all my strength not to post about the raspberrying incident on facebook or Twitter. It would be such an asshole thing for me to do, but it was so fucking funny! Ultimately, my conscience won out, and I hadn’t typed a word when Andy rejoined me with a minty-clean mouth. He had just sat on the couch when the pizza arrived.

Notes

QOTD: (1) are you an optimist, pessimist, realist, or something else?

i am a mega-pessimist. set the bar low, and you will always be pleasantly surprised. that doesn't mean i'm an asshole to everyone, though (at least i like to think that).

(2) what are your favorite fanfictions to read that you can suggest for me, while i'm busy this week? do you write any?

well, i'm driving back to my rotation, so possibly no update or update by phone. apologize in advance for any mistakes (i can't edit on my phone). if you like or hate something in particular, feel free to mention. i have general ideas and am attached to certain things but i'm open to suggestion.