well lord farquhar likes it in the ass

i . Meeting Farquhar

Squidward pov:

Here I was, another day alone again, playing my beautiful clarinete that I had just pulled out of my fat juicy puckering asshole. I must admit, my clarinete was my current love interest and the beautiful sounds it brings to my ears make me even more attracted to it, just thinking about it makes my plump nose twitch and bulge. Groaning, I placed my love down on my bedside table and went to the bathroom to take some shrinking beans so I look acceptable to go to work, although in the meantime I got distracted admiring my utterly handsome face in the mirror. After roughly 50 minutes I stumbled back to my room and oh my. So much for the shrinking pills. The sexy, sensual sight i saw infront of my eyes flew my wig off into space. There stood before me. The. Lord. Farquhar. Bent over my dresser with nothing but a tight mankini, revealing his perfect voluptuous curves and toned muscly abs and biceps. For minutes I took in the sight before me, mouth hung open and drool dripping out of the corner of my mouth.