*Abby's Point of View*
I'm carrying my new-found lover in the streets of Paris. This is the most romantic and absolute best moment of my life.
"Abby, je dois faire pipi" he says staring into my eyes. I don't know what that means. Ha you think I pay attention in French class... well you thought wrong, well unless you thought i didn't pay attention. Then kudos to you.
"Ok." I tell Mr. Bean while continuing to carry him.
"je dois faire pipi!je dois faire pipi!je dois faire pipi!" he yells while squirming. God, I love this man!
"Oui." I say, totally lost. Then I feel a warm liquid running down my shirt. What the Fridge!
"MMMMEREEERRRR EE EEEEE EEE MERRR SHHSHSHSH"(Shamu noises) I vocalize.
"I had to go pee, but it is okay now. I don't have to anymore." he says with a wink.
"Oh Mr. Bean." I say in a loving fashion. I kiss his forehead and lick up the side of his face. We skip along to the market place. Many people give us looks of what might seem like disgust. I know, however, that it is really just them looking on with jealous eyes. THEY CAN'T HANDLE THIS BEAUTY! (or at least that's what I tell myself so I can sleep at night).
"Let's get you some new pants, a banana hammock perhaps. No, I don't want other woman to see your fabulous body. How about a kilt?" I ask the Bean of my dreams.
"Oh Si!" he cries with joy. I love to see him happy. We go to the store called forever 21. I know he will love this store considering that primarily hookers shop here with their pimps. Only the finest clothes will do for my love.
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Oh Mr. Bean
AdventureAbby is just your average high school student, but she has a secret. SHE IS IN LOVE WITH MR. BEAN.
