Posted Sun Nov 29, 2015 | 138 Words | Tagged story birthday accent

My favourite gift was one that arrived at my door, all wrapped and neat. How odd, but didn’t think less of it. It was a wonderfully decorated box, almost as though it was from a fancy cosmetics shop.

Inside was various bath bombs. And of course there had to be a few of my favourite ones so far, the lad bomb. It was the first one I tried because damn it feels so good to be like this. For a bath product it was able to even change the way I speak, my accent drops down to a dumb sounding scouse.

The box came with a warning saying to not use them too often, which is such a shame. Apparently I could get stuck if I used them back to back, but that doesn’t sound too bad actually…