It was a bright sunny morning and I felt bored so I decided to go to town. Somehow I found some money from this pot I kept in my kitchen and shoved it into my bag. I reapplied my eyeliner and hurriedly grabbed some trainers from under the stairs. I walked out the door and unlocked my car, then drove off in the direction of town.
As it was a Saturday, the streets were pretty crowded so I had to dodge through people (my small figure came in handy). Just outside H&M there was a large gathering of people and they all seemed to be looking at someone, I couldn't quite see the person's face however. I pushed my way to the front and gasped.
The man stood about 5ft11 tall, he had a round shaped face, a cheerful expression and small, round glasses.
"GANDHI OHNMY HOLY FUCKING SJIT I LOVE YOU SO MUCH GANDHI BABR FUCK ME HARD PLEASE I WANT YOU I NEED YOU OHMYGLOORD!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed. I guess you could say I loved Gandhi.
The small, familiar face looked up at and smiled invitingly.
He winked.
Fuck yes.
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Gandhi fanfic
RomanceDisclaimer: Hindus and other religious people or supporters of Gandhi may find this offensive. It is a joke. I actually think Gandhi's quite cool so...
