NUDITY was everywhere . Strippers of all shapes and sizes exploited their junk on the crusty overused poles. Thomas promised himself not to get shitfaced. If he happened to participate in intercourse with any young Teletubbie he would feel like he would be betraying her.
Beyoncé had left. She was probably grinding her fluffy butt on some guys face. Beyoncé believed in living in the now. Something Thomas strongly disagreed with. A pounding ear splitting remix of pillowtalk
Boomed through the club. Thomas decided not to drink anything since he would be dragging Beyoncé home. So he danced. Since
everyone was heavily intoxicated. He felt as in place as a bearcat at a vegan festival.
Thomas assumed that Beyoncé would get a ride home from some fuckboy. So he decided to walk home. As he neared West Jennifer Lawerence St. pondered about her. He thought about the pink of her fluff that was so unatural that it was beautiful in its special way. He needs something he needed an escape.
He burst through his heavy oak door into his dark apartment were he released his best friend, Lily. Lily was a ginormous mutilated goldfish who was ultimately male. Lily gained her name by the pink streak in her otherwise orange and silver body. Also she was caught dry humping Rinaldo the stegosaurus.
Lily was becoming unsettled so Thomas thought to feed him the rest of the gluttonous pig he decapitated while simotanously eating chimichangas. After feeding the moronic beast Thomas sat down at his plastic Disney princess dining set and consumed Tubbie toast.
He had made his decision he was going on a road trip.
