Bar and Stool
Bar and Stool
“Another ass sitting on me, spinning me around like a wheel,” the stool says. A fat ass flops itself on him. “The smell in here is horrendous. Why can’t they make it more refreshing?” he complains as one butt after another comes and sits on him. The music is loud and the people are obnoxious. They laugh and drink and joking around, caring only about the moment. “Ugh, he just farted! Disgusting!”
