It was a cloudy day in southern Grand Rapids when 80's flow (we'll call him 8 for short) and Megan first met. Megan was sitting on a park bench waiting for the rain, and 8 was buying ice cream from a food truck. It was the middle of summer and very hot, so 8's flow was especially voluminous. Megan got up, and started heading for home when she ran straight into 8. His chocolate vanilla swirl with cookie crunch splattered all over her bosom.
"Hey! Watch it, dou-" Megan began, but then she looked up. His hair blew into her face and she could smell his axe body spray from a mile away. He was the most beautifl creature she had ever laid eyes on.
"Are you gonna get out of the way?" 8 asked, and Megan attempted to stick out her hand for a handshake, but accidentally punched him in the gut. He threw up the tiny bit of ice cream he had consumed all over Megan. But she wasn't mad. She would bathe in his vomit if she could. She just smiled a huge smile as 8 mouthed the words sorry while running away. Megan put up her Spock hand signal and waved. He looked confused, but maybe he was just lovestruck.
Nailed it. Megan thought.
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Mr. and Mrs. 80's Flow
FantasyMr. 80's flow had the sexiest hair in the entire town of Johnsonville, making all the ladies fall for him. Mrs. Megan 80's flow was the hardest fallen. She fell hard, like books thrown down a staircase. But will the other ladies steal her man?
