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You’ve sucked the log out but your lips are still locked onto andy sixx’s anus, in which you, not being rude, lick every last subatomic particle of shit off with your tongue before separating from his asshole. Andy then giggles a faggy little giggle, the same kind of giggle someone would make if they just had a log of shit sucked out of their asshole, and then pats you on the head before doing up his trousers and reminding you to keep buying his stupid useless merchandise from Hot Topic.
You then leave the dressing room, escorted by security through a crowd of jealous little fangirls whose lifelong dream it was to experience what you have just done… to have what you have inside of you at that moment. While you stand proudly in your prime, nothing can bring you down because the warmth of Andy’s log remains inside of you. From that moment on, it brings you up when you’re down and remains with you forever… or does it?
Long after your body turns andy sixx’s shit into your own shit, you still feel amazing, and why is that? It’s because maybe deep down inside, you never needed to suck a log of shit out of andy sixx’s asshole. Maybe deep down inside, you’ve had the log of shit inside you this whole time and you just didn’t know it… because the warmth of the log will never cool, and the steam of the warm brown roll will never stop steaming for Andy’s log will carry you with it as it enters the world of infamy.
