Scooby Toilet นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Is that too much to ask? "Swish a cup of vinegar around in the toilet bowl using a toilet brush," she continues, "then add a cup of baking soda, followed by an additional cup of vinegar. Let the fizzing solution sit for 10 minutes. Use a toilet brush to scrub the stains. Let the mixture sit for a few more minutes and then flush-" "Janet?" Harry calls, unknowingly saving my life. He appears in the bathroom door dressed in a business suit, a light colored shirt and a business-style tie, just like the first day we met.

Going down on my knees, I hug the toilet and vomit my guts out. “You’re so dramatic,” I hear Scarlett from behind me. Something warm rubs my back, I’m guessing her hand, and she pulls my hair back so that I wouldn’t get vomit on it. I wanted to thank her, but I also wanted to strangle her because it had been a long time since I vomited but here I was again, the porcelain, white, toilet bowl, mere inches from my face. I didn’t miss this one bit. “I don’t smell that bad.” I didn’t answer; I was busy vomiting my guts out.

So no Scooby-Doo mysteries were solved here. "You're right." Drunko leaned into my space, specifically in the "your too close zone" as he chugged some drink that smelled like pure gasoline. He belched, obnoxiously loud and right in my face. The nerve of some people's children… "Hey, dude." Do not scissor-kick this dingus in the face, self, don't do it! "You mind easing back some? Trying to strip here." My complaint fell on dumb drunk deaf ears: "Hey you, elf chick, do some magic or something! Do a spell!"

There are large bottles of water that look like they have been refilled many times, the plastic warped and dirty. “I don’t suppose there’s a bathroom, is there?” I ask, trying not to show my disappointment at their living conditions. “There’s one around here somewhere,” Brent says, leading me down another mud tunnel. “Here, we move it every few days for obvious reasons. You can always tell which one is a toilet by the colour of the curtain. If it's one of these blue ones, it's a toilet,” he says, holding back a curtain to reveal a literal hole in the ground. I fight the urge to wrinkle my nose in disgust.

I asked one of the staff, and they led me to one on the ground floor. It was as grandiose as you would expect a multimillionaire’s or a billionaire’s bathroom to be. The toilet had a heater, and it was stocked with essentials one would need. There were even tampons, small bottles of lotion, multiple handwashes to pick from, and pocket tissues. The sink was so shiny that I felt scared of using it. I wanted to hide away there until the brunch was over and I could go home, but hiding in a toilet would make things worse for me with the women who already hated my guts.

“Shit. That is big.” “I advised you,” she cries fearfully. “I can’t believe I was in there with that thing. ” My returned is to her, so I didn’t have to hide my smile. “I’m positive he was once just making an attempt to get a peek at you,” I tease. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of this little peeping Tom.” I go lower back out to my room and take hold of one of my shoes. I return and it is nevertheless attempting to climb the slippery sides of the bath. Alright, you little pervert. No more ogling my horny assistant. The arthropod makes a squashing sound. Wadding up some toilet paper in my hand I scoop up the blob that looks like beaten blueberries. I flush its remains down the toilet, chuck my

“Toilet bowl hair will be the least of your worries, missy. Come on Mags.” Victoria walked ahead of them then halted, so Daisy nearly plowed into her. She stood staring at something. Looking over Victoria’s shoulder, Daisy saw Brea and Cole stood there, staring back at them. Cole looked around the gathered women at the wet mess along the bathroom floor that so obviously came from the toilet and not the sink. Then his wide eyes swung upward to the Noble twin with her wet mop full of hair. “I swear this family is one tent away from a full circus!” He shook his head at the odd scene. “I mean wasn’t the Jerry Springer food fight at Ma’s table not enough?”

Her big brown eyes locked on his her sphincter slowly yielded. "So good, Scooter. So fucking wrong and nasty and good. I can see why people get into this," she moaned. She bit her lower lip as he gently sank his two fingers deep into her tiny hole and began to gently saw them in and out of her ass. By this point, his own bathing suit was a soaking wet mess. "Talk... talk dirty to me?" she asked quietly between gasping and twitching. "Sure, let's see... Mildew. Pond scum. Mouse droppings."

He raised his hands on the air in surrender. “I think they are enough.” He showed me his palm and walked away. I returned the shears and put a pack of detergent and a bottle of bleach inside the empty bucket and brought them back to the kitchen. I filled the bucket with water before pouring some detergent and bleach in. I mixed them and started cleaning the awful mess Xyrus and Suzy made. I closed the faucet and the next thing I heard were moans and groans from the toilet. I shivered and brought out my phone and played some rock music.

Cole "Su-Susan." I stumbled backward, hand clamping over my nose and mouth. The smell was everywhere, coating my throat, making my stomach revolt. I needed—bathroom. Now. I crashed through the bathroom door, already heaving. But the toilet— Black sludge covered the floor. Thick, bubbling. Pieces of something solid floated in it, rough and gray like chunks of stone. The smell coming off it was worse than the room, worse than whatever Susan had become.