Dog Shit
By: Patrick Ass Smore
Philiam and Adamska the Doghog were walking in the park, and Adamska had to take a narly ass shit. Adamska bent over on the green, fragrant grass, and began to pass gas. His farts smelled of salmon. His ass muscles relaxed, and a brownish, green liquid came out of his arsehole. The ebony log slided down his leg, and it began to harden in the spring breeze. When it was finished, it came to a tip and fell to the ground, where insects immediately began work. Philiam was very intrigued with the face of Adamska, seeing as Adamska hadn't shit all day.
Philiam bent over and scooped the turd in his hand. He then let the turd slip through his lips. He suckled slightly, but as he tasted it, he couldn't handle himself. He shoved the foot long dooky in his mouth and chewed, swallowing. He proceded to make out with the young Husky, slipping his tongue past his black dog lips. He slipped part of the turd into the Husky. Then Adamska fucking blew up and died.
Adamska was scared and confused. He wasn't aware that he was dead. He only saw colors. Colors, and then darkness. He had always wondered if dogs truly went to heaven... now he would know. Where is he going to go? Is he going anywhere? Would he know? Is there life after death?
These questions don't matter. What matters is the moment. What matters is that Adamska has swollowed the turd.
But what matters isn't always what happens.