Oct
30
Should My Face Ever Expand, I’m Safe
This last Friday morning, in my usual post-sleep stupor, I was shaving my manly, square-jawed face. Whenever I finish shaving, it’s a ritual of mine to reach over, squirt some lotion in my hand, and rub it over my face.
This time, as I massaged it into my sensitive Donkflesh, I noticed something different about the lotion; it had a vague beach-like odor, and was less oily than usual. My sleepy eyes popped open wide as I looked to my left:
I had accidentally used pregnant Mrs. Donk’s stretchmark cream.
