Against All Odds, Opposites attract: Wallflower Snoop Dogg and Preppy Bill Nye
His honey orbs and glowing dewy skin always had me on my knees out of blow - in more ways than one - everytime he got out of the shower. He licked his hot lips and bit hi...
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POV. Snoop Dogg:
I moaned as his tentacles wrapped around me out of shock and utter desire. I never in my life would've imagined that I'd be sitting in front of Bill Nye the Science Guy as he carressed my body so shirtlessy—but first,I guess I should rewind a bit and really tell the story of how I got here!
My name is Snoop Dogg A.K.A. the hottest SoundCloud rapper in the city of Detroit, Michigan. I danced down the street with my yellow SkullCandy headphones on and my hips swinging back and forth in my ripped, black denim jeans that were Hollister of course. I listened to Hug Me by Yang Jeongin of Stray Kids. I loved Kpop, mainly BTS and Stray Kids but others were cool too.
I was the shy, quiet kid in my highschool. I was the type to sit in the back of the class but still happen to be the teacher's pet. Otherwise in school, I went pretty much unnoticed by anyone who wasn't my bestie Fluttershy. We called her Fluttershy because her eyelashes fluttered when she got really high and she was also really shy. Me and her were gang though, we always looked like the good students but behind closed doors and in the back of the library, we'd hit Fluttershy's bong and be filling up our pipes while listening to Cypress Hill—but in school, we'd only be filling up our bowls of oatmeal at lunch.
The boombox played; insane in the membrane, insane in the brain! Flutter why and I sat on my bed with the window open, letting in some cool breeze. Fluttershy was snorting cocaine through a two dollar bill and I had the Garfield bong in my two hands.
Suddenly though, I panicked as I saw a crack in my beautiful bong. My lower lip quivered and my eyes went bloodshot as I let a tear slip down my face. I soon started to cry and sniffle.
"Fluttershy, I... I, I think the Garfield bong cracked," I cried out at a medium sound.
"Snoop Dogg! Quit, quit fucking with me like that. I know you liked to gaslight me and lie for a reaction but it... It seriously hurts my feelings, dawg," she stuttered sadly.
"N–No, Fluttershy..."
"No, I... I, I've fucking, fucking had it at the time you told me Frank Iero and Kurt Cobain added my Snap and Will Toledo messaged you on Instagram because you tagged me in that bikini photo we took at the beach together saying I looked fire and he wanted me to join Carseat Headrest. That was my breaking point and now I'm finally snapping, okay!?"
"No, Fluttershy, my fucking bubbler actually broke! Piece of shit!"
"Oh fuck... really?" She inquired softly and embarrassed at her previous tone.
Fluttershy flipped her long and overgrown, pink locks over her right eye and trotted torwards me loopy. I had always known that she was on some way more intense shit than me—absolutely unearthly—seeing stars theough her third eye on Xan whenever we hung out together; I never said anything though.
