So today my adoptive parents took me for a Paternity test.
The office was dark, cold. The window with the receptionist was small. She was a bent old hag. Bent over from too much brown town. The door to the testing room was a steel door. No handle anywhere. It was scary. The doctor come out. Telling me to prepare myself for penile inspection. She glanced at my manly sausage and said now we are going to draw blood from thine arm. So i sat there in my high chair, crying semen from worry. She took the needle and drew my yellow Asian blood. I let out a small moan. She comes back not a mintute later with results.
I..
Am...
A lemon.
