I did it.

I Dance of Italy’d.

I thought nothing of it.

I went to bed and slept soundly.

Suddenly, I awoke to Ethan’s tonka truck, his mind-blowingly thicc bodonkadonk, his plump deliciassness.

He was ass-phyxiating me.

I may have suffocated and died that night, but it was a fuckin nice way to go.