(Overheard outside the closed bathroom door)

“No, please stop it. I’m full, please stop it.”

“You’re going to take the whole bag. You wanted an NMA, you’re going to get one. Now stop complaining.”

“Please, I can’t take any more. I’m sorry. I learned my lesson.”

“We’re just starting young man. Open up and take it like a big boy.”

“It hurts. No. Please stop. Please take it out.”

“No dice. You wanted an NMA, and you’re going to take an NMA.”

ibeautifulcollectorblaze:

Image yourself getting undressed in your bedroom before your nightly bath.  You walk into the bathroom only with a towel around yourself and you see this filled red bag hanging from the window sill.

Your first reaction is a look of shock followed quickly by turning around and fleeing the bathroom but unfortunately your mom is at the door blocking your escape.

Of course you plead but to no avail. Soon you’re be on your elbows and knees with your butt up in the air while mom inserts the nozzle up your butt and opens the clasp.  Poor boy!