Gibby's Diary

The Dairy Isle in Walmart

Gibby's POV

It was a warm summer day. Carly, Sam, and Freddie told me to go to the nearest Walmart to buy some eggs and cheese for a skit in the web show tonight.

Mmm...I love the dairy isle.

They have all of my favorite things.

Yogurt, eggs, milk, coffee creamer, whipped cream, cheeses, everything you could ever imagine.

I found some eggs and threw them carelessly into my shopping cart.

*Cabam Caboosh*

I was looking at the cheese and there was a lot to choose from.

Cheddar cheese, mozzarella, fucking parmesan and shit. But then.

But then.

I saw my favorite kind of cheese– Kraft Singles American Cheese Slices.

The thought of those slices being ripped out of the plastic packages made my weenie hard, like a pebble on a cold rainy day.

All of a sudden someone creeped up beside me and whispered, "I love American cheese slices too."

I never believed loved at first sight until that moment.

I turned around, and it was a tall old black man. My favorite kind of men.

"What's your name?" He asked. I couldn't believe it! That was Obama, the old president of my fav city The United American!

"M-my n-name is G-g-g-g-g-g-g-gibby."

"Mmm G is my favorite letter..."

I ended up going to his huge mansion and eating the cheese slices off of his hairy brown chest, and he did the same to my gorgeous flabby flabs.

I wiggled my titties just for him, and he loved it all.

When I got home I totally forgot about the web show! They are probably so in pain of sadness from the lack of cheese and eggs.

I pulled out my diary and started writing.

Dearest Diary,

I have found my one true love. His short, grey locks of hair which remind me of moonlight. He's supportive of my decision in wearing a bra, and he even loves when I jiggle my flabby flabs into the air creating a whimsical sound of joyfulness. His name is Obama.

-Gibby Gibson