My wife inthi'th on plathing our bedthide tabl'th right necktht to our bed, which I apprethiate ith where they are thuppothed to be thituated. Henth the name. However ith a complete pain in the arth when you thyare a queen thithe bed with a three year old. He'th by far the thmalletht yet theemth to require the motht room.
Anywayth, ath a rethult, I find mythelf practically making love with the bedthide table during the night. Well latht night it made love to me. Or thyould I thay, it fucked me good and proper. I wath fathing inward on the bed, which I uthually don't do becauthe my boy alwayth manageth to punch me in the fathe during the night. And thyure enough. Latht night tha'th egthackly what he did. Ath he punched me, my immediate reacthyun wath to jump back. I jumped back and cracked my head on the bedthide table. Real...REAL hard.
At firtht I didn't think much of it. I have copped way harder hith playing thocker and bathketball. I got up. Got ready and headed to work. In my line of work I thpend a portion of time talking to people acroth my dethk, and then I am required to recount the converthathion on their file in the databathe. Everything wath going fine until I had to thtart typing. Ath I began to type I realithed that my brain now hath a lithp. Tho ath I am thinking of what to type, I am unable to create the eth thound in my head.
Ith really quite embarrathing. I thound like a fag to mythelf, and while I with to go on record thtating that there'th nothing wrong with being a homotheckual, I don't want to be one mythelf. To make thingth worth. Ath I am thinking I am finding mythelf thticking my tongue out like real people do when they thpeak with a lithp.
Like that 'Cothi' dude on the biggetht lother. Man am I glad to thee the end of him. Although credit where credith due. He wath a weight loth mathyine. Anywayth I got no idea how long thith will latht. I gueth we'll have to wait and thee.
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