Texting Constipated Boy
Hello
Constipated Boy
What do you want?
Dont hv to b so mean, meaty
Constipated Boy
Im the meat head? Well your a baboon
Im crying. Do u hear that?
Constipated Boy
I mean to write balloon. Your full of air.
Your such a bleep.
Constipated Boy
You wound me so.
What can I call you?
Constipated Boy
Call me James Bond
...
Constipated Boy
Fine, how bout Batman?
...
Constipated Boy
Ugh, call me Baby
Ok!
You have changed Constipated Boy into
Baby
Baby
Umm... Furball? What did you do?
Absolutely nothing
Baby
R u sure?
Yup...oh do you know Yip and Yap? From Mike the Knight?
“... Do I know you?”
Nope, you dont. But thats alright, cuz idk u either. Fair and square.
Baby
Good-bye
Byes r never good u no?
Maybe? U there
Yolehehu
Baby?
So call me maybe
Oh, ur not here. Oh well.
I was going to ask if u wanted a cupcake.
And btw, i do not like the name furball, you make me sound like im a hairy ape and i think apes rnt hairy...
At all...
K! Bai!
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Calls From The Toilet [DISCONTINUED]
Historia CortaIn which a girl gets dared to call a random number and that person on the other line happens to be a constipated boy. (Told through texts and messages with the occasional [kinda] actual chapters) [Start: June 23, 2017] [End: N/A]