A few days ago, I was high out of my f****** mind and home alone for several hours. I thought it would be a good idea to c** in a chicken sandwich that was in the fridge, because, hey, there was already mayonnaise on it. I did, and the next day my younger brother ate it and kept asking my mother if she had gotten a new kind of mayonnaise, because the sandwich tasted a lot better than usual. I feel like s*** but I’m also turned on. My eight year old brother loves the taste of my c**.