"Lalalalala, I'm a homosexual, I love vaginas," I sang, skipping down the street. "I'm gay, lala, a lesbian, lalala, I'm a homose-" I bumped into a guy walking down the street. "What the shit bro why you in my way," I said, poking his tum. But then I saw his face (now I'm a believer). IT WAS DAMON ALBARN, THE LEGENDARY SINGER OF BLUR AND GORILLAZ. I jizzed myself. "Wakawakawakawakawaka CHOO," he screeched. What the shit was wrong with this guy? "Damon Albarn, is that you?" I asked, jizzing a lil bit more.
"It is I, Damon Albarn, yes," he said. "O SHIT WADDUP!!" I screamed in his right eyeball. "Did I hear you singing about your homosexuality?" he asked, grinning like the piece of shit he is. "Yeah, I'm a raging homosexual Mr. Damn Albert," I said, matter-of-factly. "I'm a raging homosexual Mr. Damn Albert," he mocked. "Bitch you ain't gay!" he scREE. "Prove it you little turd."
He poked my left tit. "What the Jesus that's a hard tit," he said. "I'm still gay." HE STARED ME DOWN LIKE SOME SORTA GUACAMOLE TREE. "Look at my face and tell me you're gay." I pissed my anus. "Shit u right I'm straight, 👏 FUCK 👏 ME 👏 UP 👏 DADDY 👏" I puked on his shoes. He sneezed and disappeared. "Aw man he was cool," I said sadly. "Oh thanks bro," he said, popping up behind me and poking me back. "Ouch me back." I said. "You mean our back." He snortled. I died.
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You're Not Gay
Fanfiction"You're not gay" "Prove it" "Look at my face and tell you're gay" "Shit u right fam"
