Pass the holy water around
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"Harry, gimme the mashed potatoes!" You whine.
"Fine, here." He slides them across the plastic table.
"Thanks." You chow down, mmm yas.
"What shall we do today, love?" He takes a sip of tea, his pinky sticking up like a true gangsta.
"I don't know, what do you want to do?" You shrug, taking a spoonful of mashers.
"Let's have da sex." He yells, scaring you.
The potatoes get lodged in ur throat, hitting your epiglottis. Harry sees you freaking out and he runs over help, his pants ripping from being too tight.
"It's okay baby." He pushes into your stomach, grunting.
"O, ya."
He uses so much force, the wooden floor on the shack breaks, sending you down yonder, forever. Da mashed potatoes still in ur throat.
-//:/::;:
What the hell...
Seriously though, what am I doing.
