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My feet were hot with sweat inside the vinyl booties of my one-piece jammies. The polyester stuffing of my too-hot McDonald’s comforter spilled loose from a tear in Grimace’s ass and chaffed my scalding cheeks. I didn’t stir, though. I was only four, but I knew that if I could stay hidden underneath the covers long enough, Dennis would come along. And then I would catch him, red-handed, peeing in front of my dresser.

That little boy was me. That little boy IS me.

Date Written: August 04, 2003
Author: qualcomm
Average Vote: 4.5

08/4/2003 anonymous (5):
08/4/2003 Mr. Pony (4): This is the first Short that's brought tears to my eye. Sad tears.
12/19/2003 Benny Maniacs (4): I thought your name was Jon, not Dennis.
04/14/2004 Ferucio P. Chhretan (5): MMMM-M! Delishus. I dunno what it is, but I likes it!
04/14/2004 Mr. Pony: Yeah, this makes me laugh in a different way every time I read it.
12/8/2004 John Slocum (5): That Dennis should be brought to justice behind bars with a big, black cock up his ass!
03/1/2005 John Slocum: nice comment, Slocum!