It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining, the clouds were bright white yo, and there was no one making out behind that spooky alley.
You were on your way to work and everyone around you was like all lovey dovei(not sexy though).
*ew its so DISGUSTING how ez people fall in love* thought the dumb genz reader/you.
on your way to work you remember the wise words of your Uncle (he was a communist pedo btw) that dies 25 days and 9 hours and 80 minutes and 599 seconds ago.
Those wise words were these! (pay attention, now child, if a woman/man/them/other does not like you back go ahead and fuck a child. They are small and dumm but they sure do know how to cock sucks.) Thats weird, why did i remember those poopy last words.
on ur way to work somebody pulls a gun out(wow very surprising.. America) and a super hot and smexy voice sudddenly says: *PUT THAT GUN IN YOUR ASS! THAT IS NOT HOW YOU TREAT A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN/MAN/OTHER/THEM/FURRY*
oh wow, it was so magical, that voice was cracky, but not too cracky... it was the perfect amount of crack, he probably did crack. it was a very hot and smexy wallmart bag, he looked like he had been going to the gim and carrying groceries alot.
he took kriptonite and threw it to the mans poosay/ kat with a c.
*aww man, thats so mean* said the roobawr and left grummpily.
Cucumbers started to rain and the wallmart bag took you to a hotel.
*Wow moving that forward are we now* thought you.
he ordered virgin cocktails so he could give you one after he fucked you.
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