Buttcheeks.
They're everywhere.
Turn a corner, two fresh buttcheeks. I slap 'em.
Turns out they needed to wipe.
It was pretty juicy. Like grape juice.
I'm so drunk right now.
Is that a cat
?
That lady over there, you know. She has nipples. Two of em. And she also has TWO BUTTCHEEKS.
Where is this story going?
Wherever the pencil lead takes us young Jedi.
BUTTHOLE PIRATES 3.......
Oops
My buttcheeks talked.
They said "BLPPPPPPPPBLPBLPPP"
Q
I think I passed out. Tap. That buttttt
Yes I passed out.
-Few hours later-
"Excuse me miss? Are you alright. You slapped me buttcheeks and then passed out."
Oh shit. I was soooooo drunk.
"Sorrrrrryyyyyyyy sirrrrrrrrrrr" I slurrrrrrrr.
"I like your buttcheeks." It's not a lie doe.
"SOOTHE YOUR BOOBS" I scream, grab my buttcheeks and run like forest hump. Or was it Gump? Nahhhhh
To the subwayyyyy!!!!
NEW YORK!! NEW YORK
Beetlejuice is like hot.
That green hair and stuff. Woo
Yeah.
