Corn Catapult – Perfect Aim

Bryson figured out how to use his spoon as a catapult tonight. He had me load it with corn, then he placed the spoon in his mouth, bit down, applied outward pressure, and released his jaws. He peppered my face with corn from point blank range. Instant furry. Bryson laughs.

This is part of the hex my mother put on me. I obviously have more pain to endure, this can only be the beginning.

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