The Mysterious Enema

There once was this guy. He had a large package. You could tell by his stature.

There once was this girl. She liked God. You could tell by her bible.

There once was this present. It was from the guy to the girl. You could tell by the wrapping paper.

There once was this enema kit. It was what the guy gave the girl. You could tell by the ribbon tied around it.

There once was this confused look. It was on the girl's face. You could tell she didn't know what an enema was.

There once was this explanation. It was from the guy to the girl. You could tell he wanted her to have an enema.

There once was this video camera. It was in the guy's hands. You could tell it was filming the girl.

There once was this video. It was on the internet. You could tell it was homemade.

There once was this condom. It failed horribly. You could tell by the pregnancy.

There once was this son. He belonged to the girl. You could tell by the DNA.

There once was this computer. It belonged to the son. You could tell because he bought it.

There once was this disgusted look. It was on the son's face. You could tell he was looking at something gross on his computer screen.

There once was this puke. It expelled itself from the son. You could tell by what he ate for lunch.

There once was this phone call. It was from the son to the girl. You could tell the son watched the video.

There once was this fight. It was between the son and the girl. You could tell the son wasn't happy.

There once was this mom. Her son had watched her have an enema. You could tell her life was spiraling downward.

There once was this prostitute. She used to be a mom. You could tell her life was going nowhere.

There once was this razor blade. It was used by the prostitute. You could tell by her wrists.

There once was this dead body. It had killed itself. You could tell by the police report.

There once was this moral to the story. It was "one enema can ruin your life." You could tell by reading the story.