Pounded by Produce

by G.M. Fairy

I nearly poop my pants,

God tests his strongest soldiers,

The road to godliness isn’t always straight and narrow; at

These vegetables aren’t going to come to life and make themselves useful.”

Father. Fuck me. I knew there would be priests, but hot priests? What kind of rom-com is this?

Maybe I am dying, but God, what a fucking way to go.

“We’re done. No more fucking around as vegetables.”

I have to remind myself not to take all the blame constantly. Sometimes, it seems like self-loathing is a symptom of womanhood.