While I was at my prepubescence-grade school, one of the females in my class told me that my twelve-year-old little body stinks of b.o. and, like, fish and stuff.
I almost pood as her horrid, bitchy ickle words soiled and filthed and stank upon my poor ickle brain. The news that I was the class smelly-boy did horrid, disgusting things to my soft ickle prepubescent brain-meat.
For the rest of the day i was nought but a lobotomised vegetable. I could do nought but sit with gentle, spastic calm, nothing more than a boy-shaped puppet that twitches and dribbles and soils himself. And also the puppet really, really stinks.
But ell-oh-ell! Just as the full, disgusting details of my smelly unwashed body is at last revealed to me, I am robbed of the brain-thinks i need to make sure my body no longer stinks!
The truth stinks SO ripe and Smelly that the delicate meat of my preteen brain gets totally dominated off it. My body literally stinks SO bad it washes my brain and turns me into vegetable for few days with nothing to do but twitch and dribble and soil myself, the brain mercifully washed and cleansed of my deeply, deeply smelly humiliation.
I am a smelly little loser. My body was so unwashed and smelly that it vegetised my own brain-meat. I deserve to be left to the twitchy silliness of a brain which has been raped and deflowered by my smelly little body. And to make sure my humiliation REALLY wet and Smelly in my nostrils, I shall be left unwashed, lol so that while my body spacks and twitches in lobotomised silliness my body will be ripe and smelly with the very unwashed bodily stinks that defiled my own brain! All a smelly ickle perv-boy like me deserves is the shame and torment of my wet, unwashed smelly-boy!
