A wee little lad who once lived in Romania sat on his front porch. His vibrating dildo went off in his ass causing him to moan like Queen Coochie Queef in the Badussy War (recall back to the second crack story). He looked over the hill and saw a white fat man charging towards him with the force of a thousand boars. His face roared with anger whilst the wee little lad wore an expression of fear. The fat white man charged faster and faster towards the lad... The boy screeched with fear, causing the item up his ass to fall onto his porch.
The small thud caused the charging male to gasp and stop in his tracks.
"I-I-i-i-i-s t-t-t-t-that a-a-a-a-a L-l-l-lord P-p-p-poosay K-k-king V-v-v-vibrateur???"
"OUI~ YES BITCH~ It is!!!" The little lad proclaimed
A wave of happiness and pleasure washed over the lad as he deeply stared into the fat man's eyes.
"😫omgggggg- babagrilllll~ YASSS! C-c-c-c-can... c–c-can I u-u-use i-i-it?" He questioned... making large puppy dog eyes at the horny lad.
<Author 3 was under the impression the fat man had the dildo. So sorry.>
"Naurrrrrrrrrr!" Yelled the fat man as he scurried away like a...fat...man (I don't fuckin know)? As the man ran away with his ass(?) in the air, the little lad broke down into sobs. He was in a torrent of grief.
'Now that I cannot use the L-l-l-lord P-p-p-poosay K-k-king V-v-v-vibrateur, what do I have to live for?!?!?!?!?!?!?'
The little lad, still sobbing his little heart out, ran to the edge of a cliff. Yes, a cliff. Where someone would mysteriously die. Definitely not being pushed off by the author, as in a singular author out of three. Yep, that's not happening...
*Insert a large hand coming down from the Heavens and pushing the little lad off, retreating back not a millisecond later*
"AeUGHAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUGHGAAGGGFHMOMMYAUUUUUUGHAUGA" screamed the little lad as he inevitably fell to his untimely death. How. Sad.
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Crack 3
HumorAs the Crack series comes to a close, All of the friends come back together to say one final Goodbye.
