Karrison's POV
The other day, walking past Bold Storge Way, I encountered Dora, who was with her little companion Ralphie. They came up to me bouncing like a pair of boobies on crack, with a stick vociferating oaths dreadful to hear. I began to run like I was constipated and my ankles bound together by a piece of sellotape; or a single piece of string. They chased me until they caught up and whacked my legs resulting in 300 fractures. Oh no.
Dora and Ralphie eagerly started chasing me again as I turned into the graveyard, plenty of hiding spots there. I'd managed to lose them as I hid a bush, I hear moans in the distance. I poked my head out and I can't believe what I saw.
Bom.and.Bemma.having.sex.in.the.graveyard. I couldn't believe it, this was a disgusting crime against humanity. My blood boils with anger and I pull out my phone to report this horrific, unspeakable incident. Karrison the hero saves the day yet again.
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Karrison's life changing trip to Paldi
Lãng mạnBased on a true story of a nostalgic lesbian
