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After I had hurt my toe while running, I'd went to the hospital. To my surprise, the doctor stated that I did not have enough funds in my account for the treatment costs. I had called in with the bank to find that I had no money whatsoever left in my account. I had contacted many businesses specializing in identity theft to see if they could help me, but to no avail. This is when I received a phone call. The call was from a self-proclaimed nigerian prince and I hung up the phone. That is when I received a second phone call. The man on the other end of the line stated that if I wanted to get my money back, I'd need to go to [REDACTED]. I packed my bags and I went to [REDACTED]. At the end of the ride I didn't have enough money to pay the cab fare, so I just ran. While running, I hurt my toe, but I still made it to the specified location. There I met a hooded man. The hooded man said that in order to get my money back, I'd need to beat him in the ancient art of tae-kown-toe, a martial art dating back to 30 seconds ago when it was made up by me. However, I could not fight with my damaged toe, so I had to be resourceful. Thankfully, I had something in my pocket that would allow me to win the fight. I pulled my phone out and called the cops. He surrendered peacefully, and when they took off his hood, it was my dad. When they brought me to the station for questioning, I negotiated that they bring me some coffee in order to jog my memory. Less "negotiated," and more "politely asked for" but that's besides the point. The shitty intern there spilled the coffee all over my chest, so I slapped her across her face. To my surprise, she turned out to be a massive M, and pleaded for me to continue the punishment in her bedroom. Since this a christian board, that's all that I can tell you, but all I can say is that there was no penetration involved, so I still have my V card. Just lots of whips and chains. I took a cab back home and while getting out, I tripped and hurt my toe bad.
