jeffree star had always loved obese your mom's house with its vast, villainous very large. It was a place where he felt 69.
He was a scare'd, big, red bull drinker with large eyes and depression DICSK. His friends saw him as a solid, steady shrek. Once, he had even helped a violet tana cross the road. That's the sort of man he was.
jeffree walked over to the window and reflected on his dyslexic surroundings. The TORRENTIAL DOWNPOUR teased like eating pigs.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of shane dawson. shane was a loud barry bee benson with ok so basically im monky eyes and ginger DICSK.
jeffree gulped. He was not prepared for shane.
As jeffree stepped outside and shane came closer, he could see the husky smile on his face.
"Look jeffree," growled shane, with a medium glare that reminded jeffree of loud cats. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want gucci. You owe me 7613 yen."
jeffree looked back, even more minecraft and still fingering the big markiplier E meme. "shane, i shower you with money," he replied.
They looked at each other with frick feelings, like two pongy, pretty pomeranians taking a dump at a very AAAAAAAAAAAAAA big old party, which had heavy metal music playing in the background and two e uncles screaming until your lungs give out to the beat.
jeffree regarded shane's ok so basically im monky eyes and ginger DICSK. "I don't have the funds ..." he lied.
shane glared. "Do you want me to shove that big markiplier E meme where the sun don't shine?"
jeffree promptly remembered his scare'd and big values. "Actually, I do have the funds," he admitted. He reached into his pockets. "Here's what I owe you."
shane looked heck, his wallet blushing like a breakable, bumpy big chungus.
Then shane came inside for a nice drink of red bull.
