So it's a longstory but youhave time and if you dont youll make it if you dont you're a horrible person, like go to hell horrible like dont deserve to live horrible vbut what am I saying youve already made time.
Anyway so there I was outside her house and we approached the gate, made from solid chips, wow she was rich, vbeautiful and everything I ever dreamed of.
Like, I was already going out with ketchup vbut as we all know ketchup isn't THE big mac like its not my fault she wasnt my obvs soul mate.
Thing is she still hasn't said a word...
I followed her in as the doors automatically opened in her presence. we entered her steps exaggerating her juicy vbuns to the point where I almost couldnt take it anymore...humuna humuna dems vbe mine.
We went down the hallway and stopped outside a certain room. I entered the room.
Mac sat down and removed her salad dressing.
Woah this was all a little fast vbut who was I to argue...
Yes yes she was mine.
I dived for it. It was all a mess that If I explained to you your parents would hunt me down vbut the aftermaths was my sticky white mess EVERYWHERE. Sigh who cares why or how this happened shes my saucy sammich and im her sauce.
vote n stuff im not the vbest writer so this takes effort yanoe
