Paint Fumes and Legumes

Ok so today I spent a pleasant day at my mothers house and by pleasant I mean about as fun as trying to make my pubic hair orange (HOORAY FOR MATCHES). So the day began at around 5:30 where I awoke to watch NBC's Dateline (or as I call it the "Who raped/shot/stole from/raped and why? show") so after this enlightening bit of media turd, I had my breakfast (don't ask what because my answer will be your cock sliced like salami with donkey testes as eggs, but thats enough about that.) You may still be wondering why I was at my mothers house, well she had agreed to pay me to paint a small room about 2x2 meters, however i didn't know it would have shelves protruding out of it like it was Eddie Murphies pubic hair, so the job was the most difficult paint job I had encountered, mainly because i spent half the time bent over like Neo from the matrix (minus agent smiths cock in his mouth) so the job was very frustrating and difficult.

Despite all this I still made very slow progress, dripping more white paint than a slightly aroused Vin Diesel (but hey at least I wiped it off) so anyway I finished the job and was covered in paint and sweat I'm not sure which was the bigger turn on or the fact that when i had a shower i found small paint chips in my pubic hair.