A Potato Called Fred

A Second Bit Of A Story That You Appear To Still Be Reading.

Fred approached Cecelia trying to look 'hella cool and swaggy' as he thought in his 'cool' state of mind.

'Hey, Cecelia.' He said, flashing a chippy smile 'you, me, tonight ?'

'Eww, get away from me you pansy caked fuck tard'.

This made Fred very sad.

He walked away crying while Cecelia laughed at him.