Meat baby

Lotus flower noosa

Days had gone by since Ed abnger said Douglas reminded him of his dad. He wasn't entirely sure why he said that? I mean, did he really? Or was he just caught up in the heat in the moment? These are things Ed was thinking hard about. He'd been in his Croydon flat for days now, and he knew he needed to get out.
He decided to call douglie little Jim. Just to check up, maybe also to apologise.
RINGRINGIEJGNIRNGIRJGRIJGRING. the phone rang
"Hello squire?" Douglas IMMEDIATELY regretted saying that and decided to eat a MASSIVE bowl of PEAS and CUM.
"H—-hi uwu it's ummmmm XD it's me eddie? Just checking in since we haven't spbeen ken since the ummmmm
Mm..... father incident? I jusr wanted to say sorry. Haha I'm rambling I know. I've just crushed up loads of quaaludes and am tripping balls ting" robled space jam-loving Ed bangnazi.
"Oh ha don't even worry about it, you see, my father is dead. He jumped out of a window. I respect him for it because god would I do the same if any of my sex offences came to light and got me fired." Said little fluffier dougie In a fairly sad tone. I wish I was in lots of snow and rolling around right now. Free market.
"Aw wow that's really sad :/ I've got a meeting soon actually so I need to go and get ready, have fun mourning your dad or whatever" said Ed as he hung up his grotty prick cunt phone.
Ed vanffnfjfjfjrjr got ready with his thin little bomboclaat lips and went to the fucifirj meeting.

ARRIVE.
ED arrived at the ting and Jonathon yeah? (his pastoral support manager and record label owner) immediately smacked his perky little bum bum and did a little congestion.
"WAY COMIFM in there STROMG AWRSNT YOU jongathon. Jonathon Ross is a glorified window cleaner" said Ed cheekily.
"Shut up you woman 👩. " jog