(Donut be luks and Ray Ray Ray Ray Ray be Miks)
Donut Donut had always loved beautiful The hell that's London with its late, lively lots of cucking water. It was a place where she felt happ.
She was a bootyful, woony, seaweed drinker with tealette toes and devilish sexy legs. Her friends saw her as an empty, expensive escort ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). Once, she had even helped a stupid pelican recover from a flying accident. That's the sort of woman he was.
Donut walked over to the window and reflected on her smelly surroundings. The a lot of forking snow teased like fishing pelicans.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Ray Ray. Ray was a flirty a literal angel with precious toes and smol sexy legs.
Donut gulped. She was not prepared for Ray.
As Donut stepped outside and Ray came closer, she could see the teeny-tiny smile on her face.
Ray gazed with the affection of 4836 fluffy frail frogs. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a hug."
Donut looked back, even more happ and still fingering the satanic a glass of drool. "Ray, I wish I could fly like you mate," she replied.
They looked at each other with happ feelings, like two relieved, robust rats eating at a very shy as crap birthday party (ayy because Donut's birthday on 9th october), which had VOCALOID music playing in the background and two dragonish uncles swooning to the beat.
Donut regarded Ray's precious toes and smol sexy legs. "I feel the same way!" revealed Donut with a delighted grin.
Ray looked happ, her emotions blushing like an anxious, annoyed a leek.
Then Ray came inside for a nice drink of seaweed.
THE END
I liked it :)
