In the days immediately after my dad’s death, I had the house to myself and had retreated to my basement/office space to have a stress-relieving wank. Just outside of my space was my daughter’s battery-operated activity table that was known to play jingles at random. What it was not well known for was playing the giggling sound effect at random. So imagine how quickly I put my dick away when that table laughed at me not once, not twice, but three times in the span of a minute.
If that wasn’t my dad’s ghost making fun of me, I don’t know what it was.
maybe you just got really lucky and picked the statistically most optimal time for it to play three giggle sounds back to back, while you were jorkin it.
In the days immediately after my dad’s death, I had the house to myself and had retreated to my basement/office space to have a stress-relieving wank. Just outside of my space was my daughter’s battery-operated activity table that was known to play jingles at random. What it was not well known for was playing the giggling sound effect at random. So imagine how quickly I put my dick away when that table laughed at me not once, not twice, but three times in the span of a minute.
If that wasn’t my dad’s ghost making fun of me, I don’t know what it was.
And pasta has been made
I’m not eating that pasta…
It has Alfredo in it
I love Alfredo! I don’t like the sauce on that pasta.
Are we witnessing history being made?
One time I was throwing kid toys into the toybox when suddenly a horse whinny came out of the box. I thought Frau Blücher had showed up.
maybe you just got really lucky and picked the statistically most optimal time for it to play three giggle sounds back to back, while you were jorkin it.