Forbidden Love : Who Shat Their Pants?

CH 8 :(

Donald Trump was buried in one of those cemeteries where it was like, low income , low budget, and basically hillbilly BUT Democrat hillbilly and all. That's what happens when you don't care about the poor, loves!

Robert Pattinson, oh lovely Robert, was buried in England. He was buried right next to the future grave of the Queen. God. When will she fucking die. Anyways we all know Robert was a Princess Diana stan.

Robert's grave had many visitors. They spanned from random British people to random British celebrities where at least 4 out of 5 had the name "Tom".  

On a gloomy evening, this man, maybe 5"10, walked up to Robert's grave. Can you guess who it was kids? It was Andrew Garfield oh my god i'm going to cry. ANDREW MOTHERFUCKING GARFIELD! Maybe Robert and Andrew worked together, maybe they didn't, we will never know. 

Andrew laid the plastic flowers he bought from Euro Tree (the english version of Dollar Tree, might I say they have some pretty cool stuff" He said some stuff I guess, like " rest in pattinson" or whatever. 

WHOOSH!

"What the fuck!" Andrew screamed. Right next to him was Joe Burrow, as he magically just appeared out of nowhere. He was wearing his Bengals jersey, and it had some.. bite marks? Ew. Someone had a biting fetish.

"Yo! Andrew! What up man?!" Joe greeted him as he was a longtime friend. Andrew looked at him, confused. 

"Do I fucking know you??" Andrew stared at him. He seemed familiar. Hmmm. Wait. Omg! It was that quarterback from that really bad team! "OMG! You're Joe Burrow! You suck man!" Andrew said, snarky.

"Football isn't the only thing I suck" Joe snickered. He smacked his lips at Andrew, looking like he was ready to eat his pussy.

"That was grammatically incorrect, but what's I expect! You're a jock!" Andrew looked up and down at Joe, and his eyes finally landed on Joe's big pale ass. "Hey man, weren't you fucking Lana Del Rey?"

"Yah man, but that bitch kept on singing in between, and my ears couldn't take it,. Like yeah I have daddy issues with the Bengals manager, but like she's old. So like. Yeah." Joe began to get closer to Andrew, slowly squeezing his ass. Mmh. Andrew's ass was soft as a baby's butt. "Hey, wanna take this to your place, cuz i'm broke as hell?" Joe said, moaning in Andrew's ear. 

Andrew looked at Joe's icy blue eyes, the blue eyes that are a product of incest. He whispered in Joe's ears, "yeah pussy, I wanna get a taste of that Gwak 3000" Andrew slurped in Joe's ear.

Together, they happily skipped to Andrew's million dollar mansion, where they gwakked all night.