It was all a dream. I woke up in a room with only a old bed on the concert and a table beside me. It looked it a parking garage. I still couldn't get my mind off of ice cream.
So creamy. So milky so mmmmmmm.
The man quickly approached me.
"My name is Kyle and I'm here to touch your knees" he said.
Shit. Fuck no. I can't let him touch my knees or he'll know.
"well Kyle, where am I? Do I look like I want my knees touch? I will pounce you" I said.
He started to cry. I feel bad now I feel like I should comfort him and tell him its okay. But yet he did kidnap me. I wonder wheres my baby sitter and what is she doing.
"Aye man don't cry. I just don't like my knees touch. Here, touch my vagina."
"That's the problem. I---- I'm your dad and gay. I sometimes like dick in my butthole but no homo. That's what they all say but I meant it.
Authors note:
I cried writing this because this is so me and quirky and relatable! Songs listen during riding this: smell your dick. 😭😭😭😭😭
