Gather 'round children, it's storytime.
So on Saturday at about 10 am I wake up. I sense something's wrong...something hot and gooey and dark on my stomach. -Blood? What the fuck?- On closer inspection I discover the identity of the mystery substance that was wrapping itself around my tummy -- chocolate!!!! Ewwwwwwwwww. It takes me a few moments, but eventually I realize that some of the chocolate in my bedside munchie stash had migrated down to my body during the night, I had layed on it until it melted, the wrapper came halfway off, and I rolled around in it. So I get up and make my way to the bathroom where I cleanse myself with a moist rag. I head back to my room to peel off the bottom blanket and realize there's still some chocolate on my stomach. I throw the dirty sheets in the washer and once again attempt to cleanse my chocolate pox. I get the rest of the chocolate off and go back to bed to sleep for a few more hours. Later in the day I realize there's still some chocolate in my belly button.
Really though...waking up partially covered in chocolate goo is so much more unpleasant than you'd think it'd be.
So on Saturday at about 10 am I wake up. I sense something's wrong...something hot and gooey and dark on my stomach. -Blood? What the fuck?- On closer inspection I discover the identity of the mystery substance that was wrapping itself around my tummy -- chocolate!!!! Ewwwwwwwwww. It takes me a few moments, but eventually I realize that some of the chocolate in my bedside munchie stash had migrated down to my body during the night, I had layed on it until it melted, the wrapper came halfway off, and I rolled around in it. So I get up and make my way to the bathroom where I cleanse myself with a moist rag. I head back to my room to peel off the bottom blanket and realize there's still some chocolate on my stomach. I throw the dirty sheets in the washer and once again attempt to cleanse my chocolate pox. I get the rest of the chocolate off and go back to bed to sleep for a few more hours. Later in the day I realize there's still some chocolate in my belly button.
Really though...waking up partially covered in chocolate goo is so much more unpleasant than you'd think it'd be.
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Bottom of the entry. What the hell kind of cats are those?! Wtf?! Those are cats, right?
You have to bathe them fairly often because otherwise they'll get grease spots on your stuff (since they don't have fur to absorb the natural oils).
[Edited on Feb 22, 2005 8:32PM]