I Just Can't....

All right guys, so I got a story to share with you and it's, it's one that um, I'd rather talk to you about than my uh, than my therapist and in a second you'll know why. And I gotta tell you, it was a painful experience. I'm smiling because I know what happens. I wish I was you. In this situation, in this situation, I really wish that I was you.

I wish I was the listener and not the storyteller. Because it's an unfortunate experience, to say the least. So, most mornings, I wake up, and uh, Maeve here, how you doing? Maeve, I'm um, cleaning the boogies out of her eyes. She's got these, she gets these dried, dried boogies, and I clean them out every morning.

And this morning, I woke up, and I was exhausted, truly just exhausted. I don't know why, but I could barely open my eyes, and I stretched my, my arms, and I'm uh, I'm, I'm uh, Cleaning Maeve's eye boogies and I'm like cleaning them out.

I'm sorry.

I'm, I'm, I'm

sorry. So I stretched my arm out and I'm cleaning Maeve's eye boogies. And I'm like, wow, you really, you got a lot of boogers today Maeve. Like my goodness. So I got up. But her face

And I can't find I can't find her her mouth her ears And I all of a sudden realized what happened and I look up and it was It was uh Her booty.

I'd say, uh, I'm not gonna lie, it was pretty disgusting. It was really, um, It was really a terrible experience. Not for both of us. I think that, you know, we're we're a little bit closer now, unfortunately. Um,

Don't tell anybody, okay?

That's a good girl. That's a good girl. Yeah. Yeah. I'm sorry about that baby. I thought it was your eye boogies. Not your booty boogies.
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