"That one! It's all big and pretty!"
"Well not yet. It needs a bit of decorating."
We walked closer to the huge Christmas tree, it's branches sticking out threateningly. Like a child in a toy store, I ran my hand along the spiky green leaves.
"Look at this magnificent evergreen. Question is...Will it fit?"
"I ask myself that question every time we have sex."
"Mark!"
"But honestly, I think it will. I managed to fit mine in, so I have hope for this big guy."
I hit him playfully on the back, warning him not to say anything further. I mean, he was an internet persona. He doesn't need any videos put up of this.
I walked around the tree, looking at how the leaves were and everything. Mark has ran off to contact the owner of the tree farm. A few moments later, he returned out of breath.
"About $250."
I make a grimace and look up at the towering tree. "Hell no. We're about to get a tree like Charlie Brown."
Mark gives me a look that told me I wasn't funny.
I know it's short, but I'm working on a Christmas book, so it's better than nothing. I'm also working on the 2nd part to The septiplier part a posted last week. Give me a break, my birthday is next week, I have a lot going on.
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Markiplier Reader [NEW 2015]
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