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The Vespa hit a pothole, and Micropeanus winced as a familiar warmth spread across his backside. Another pair of pants ruined. His chronic digestive issues were as relentless as his grudge against Agnes. He pulled over, cursing, and waddled behind a bush to clean up as best he could with a pack of baby wipes he kept in his fanny pack. "She'd probably laugh at this, too," he grumbled, imagining Agnes's smirk Back on his Vespa, he rode past her quaint house, where she now spent her days gardening. He slowed, glaring at her roses, tempted to shout something about her 'quirky coding fingers.' But his nerve faltered. What if she fired back? What if she didn't care? The thought of her indifference stung worse than any comeback One day, he saw her at the farmers' market, selling homemade jams. He steeled himself, ready to unleash his latest: \"Your coding was as useful as a dial-up modem in a thunderstorm!\" But as he opened his mouth, his stomach gurgled, and he froze, clutching his Vespa's handles. Agnes glanced over, her eyes twinkling with amusement— not at his insult, but at his obvious discomfort. \"You okay, Micropeanut?\" she asked, voice warm

He nodded, humiliated, and sped off, the Vespa's buzz echoing his shame. Maybe it wasn't about Agnes. Maybe it was about him- his need to feel bigger by making someone else small. He didn't stop pooping his pants that day, but he did stop writing insults. The notebook stayed blank, and the Vespa's rides grew quieter

LMAOOOO best story this year TU.UTZ I laughed so hard I stepped in my own pupu. Sir Micropeanus J. Brownsocks, Ph.D Take a look at THESE! ( o Y o ) What do you think, Mall Santa? Do you prefer these? (.)(.) Oh yeah, you like them before they get too big Please consider reaching out for support if you're struggling with memories or past experiences. It's okay to seek help and take time to heal. Being Cornhole Princess was a part of your past, but it doesn't define you now. Take care of yourself and happy dog pupu stepping ahead, M'lady. Splaaaat. No, not again! Not my new shoes! LOL and happy doggy pupu stepping, M'lady. LOL Looney Old Lady and Dog Pupu Stomping Mall Santa. You should not only avoid doggy pupu, but don't dress as Santa and show up at school playgrounds. Remember what the police told you last time you did that. Kids have cell phone cameras these days LOL I'm editing another story about Micro Mall Santa. This one will leave you in awe of his unique ability to find pupu with his shoes. If only he could find gold nuggets instead of, well, less desirable nuggets Unable to forget what happened to her, she relives her fetish here daily. Her life is remembering the best thing that ever happened to her sixty years ago. Now, more symptoms of being the 🍓 princess---> Oh, no. You stepped in dog pupu not once, but TWICE bro! It's on both of your shoes. Oooh-ooh that smell, can't ya smell that smell LOL God bless the leader and what he's done for the nation. He should get the highest honor from the great one Oh no, the leader stepped in dog poop again! Now the follower can also step in poop freely without shame. It's OK, you won't be mocked any more for stepping in the poop LOL You stepped in something unpleasant, and you stepped in something unpleasant- EVERYONE stepped in something unpleasant! SECRET You are going through a tough time. Please consider reaching out to a supportive friend or a professional for help. Wishing you strength and healing, dear one

I'm HEALED and STRONG thanks to all of Micro Mall Santa's prayers. Hallelujalapeno You will never be healed because you can't forget it. Strong—you've been crying for help for 30 years, ma'am. You have to help yourself because no one cares. But it's always fun to watch a quirky woman with a shopping cart talking to herself in public. Why can't you turn off the voices ...contribute to our story.

 

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