As you were walking down the street, book in hand, you realised your book was a beetroot.
"How could i be so stupid" you thought to yourself.
You continued crawling down the street, hoping you wouldn't bump into the super hot and toxic masculinity radiating chad.
"oh no!" you screeched.
Your beetroot ran away and into a wild asshole. He looked at you.
"Sorry daddæ!" you apologised and picked up your favourite teddy since you were -4.
"It's mamacita to you, you god forsaken freud" the smelly deodorant can replied.
"shit my bad" you said and covered your mouth realising you had exposed your pickle tongue.
But alas it was not chad but his extremely charming underwear, his stench was something very peculiar and different with what seemed to be a hint of asshole.
You quickly stood up and adjusted your cucumbers. You looked up and noticed he had just watched you summon satan himself with a mere pillow and he smirked with dish.
YOU ARE READING
This book makes sense.
HumorThere is some ✨swearing✨ and future ✨spice✨ so you've been warned :)). Wanna pass some time? Read my book. Don't have anything to do? Read my book. Want something that won't make sense? Read my book. Wanna figure out some weird things? Read my book...
