I was just sitting at my PC talking to some year 9 chicks who think they have a chance when it happened.

I felt the little hairs in my lungs get tingled by the smallest piece of dust then the body’s reaction started and the lungs spurted out as much carbon dioxide as possible to get the dust out in the air. But that was not all, compressed gas or methane from my glass of totally tropical lilt earlier it came, coming up from the deep caverns of fat that I like to call my stomach. So I had a cough and a belch coming up my windpipe. Any normal man may have been able to take this punishment. But this was a Jameson belch and cough and I can tell you they are very famous in the south Weatheringset area.

So these mighty weathering balls of gases reached the back of my mouth. The problem occurred when I discovered there was a lot of spare saliva in my mouth almost like the many dog shits that litter Britain’s parks. Anyway this saliva was in the way of the ball of gases sweeping through my mouth. The Saliva was taken by the winds and catapulted out of my mouth and all over my monitor. Normally the saliva would die because it is out of its normal habitat. But this was Jameson Saliva.

The Saliva hit the cold glass of the monitor and spawned, life was created. This small society set up very quickly and the king, King Saliva, had already taken control and built Saliva city and had four sons and a daughter there names were, Saliva son of king 1, Saliva son of king 2, Saliva son of king 3, Saliva son of king 4 and Cum bucket. Anyway this society had been set up in two seconds.

Meanwhile I had realised what had happened and quickly responded with a wipe of the hand. The society with king and all was dead in a flash.

I then saw the horror that the projectile spitting had caused me so I writ it down.

Jameson

@Saliva Central

Article Written by Jameson
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