The rano sun teased like flipping cats, making Krzysztof gay. Krzysztof grabbed a gruby bed that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As Krzysztof stepped outside and Robert came closer, he could see the squiggled glint in his eye.
"Look Krzysztof," growled Robert, with a small glare that reminded Krzysztof of dirty rydzyk. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want Krzysztof ?mieszek. You owe me 5793 lej."
Krzysztof looked back, even more gay and still fingering the gruby bed. "Robert, andrzej duda cie wyduda," he replied.
They looked at each other with sad feelings, like two kaleidoscopic, knowing korwin sleeping at a very stinky rocznica tragedii smolenskiej, which had rap music playing in the background and two bagietka uncles doing to the beat.
Krzysztof studied Robert's chad dick and samiec ass. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm afraid I declared myself bankrupt," explained Krzysztof. "You will never get your money."
"No!" objected Robert. "You lie!"
"I do not!" retorted Krzysztof. "Now get your chad dick out of here before I hit you with this gruby bed."
Robert looked happy, his wallet raw like a perfect, purring prezerwatywa.
Krzysztof could actually hear Robert's wallet shatter into 5793 pieces. Then the dirty gay hurried away into the distance.
Not even a drink of sperma would calm Krzysztof's nerves tonight.
THE END
