I got home and was panicking. That guy looked so masculine and hot. His mustache and waffle abs. I can't stop thinking about him. He looks like Mario with that mustache. Oh my gosh if only I had a photo of him. I can't stop thinking about him if only I was married to him instead of that evil woman I am married to. I hear a door slam and dang my wife is back home. "HONEY GET DOWN HERE" she screams. I walk down and say "what do you want". She rambles about her day and all I can think about is him. "Woman" I say "I want a divorce". "WHAT" she scream "after all I've done for you you are going to leave me". "I'm sorry but I don't love you anymore and I'm keeping the house so get out." I say "FUCK YOU" she screamed on her way out. Finally I'm free...
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Waffle x pancake
RomanceWaffle and pancakes as humans that find and date each other This is written by two people we each write for one of the characters
