Dookie Stories

Hi. My first Green Day Fanfiction. So Victoria meets a totally underground band named Green Day at the airport in 1991. And yeah... They all become friends and Trè has the idea to have her as a "backup dancer". I got the idea from seeing a random guy in Nirvana performances wiggling around. He's on the stage every time "dancing" and it's pretty funny. I kind of wrote whatever popped up into my head. And it probably makes no sense and is organized in the format of cute little anthology...type...things. This is like half-canon. I did research on GreenDayAuthority for specific tour dates and stuff. And there is a lot of drug content. So forgive the fact that I am probably completely ignorant and naive when it comes to that type of stuff, cause I'm a minor and I don't do crack. Everything in here except the real life pairings is platonic. So...sorry I guess?

This is a tutorial on how to help your bowels be contemptuous. The theme is: poop 💩

Trying to deal with the death of her father, (Y/n) thinks that her life will never be anything more than what it is now until she meets Billie Joe and after that her life is never the same. Warning: May contain some smut and strong language

Prince Nathan of Tremion, the name that was constantly said and cared for, a wonderful man, and a great knight. Everyone loved him, he was the son everyone wanted and would be the king everyone needed. Hunter "Dookie" Hughes, the son of one of the blacksmiths in Tremion, he was a great man, smart person. With his title he could not go far in life, everyone reminding him that "A blacksmith's son is always a blacksmith!" When we wished he was a knight. This novel shows the twists and turns of life in Medieval Times, and the love that can bond a wrong turn.

There's always that one shit you take that changes you.

go get a fucking job, you should've paid my rent. a /j story btw ^^

pookie loves someone hehehe

ok it's 4 am i am ready to do this i have Dookie by Green Day on vinyl on my stand bc it is holy and i wanted to write something stupid so yes it is happening when papi tÿjø gets home from work joshua is he doing something with his prized possession it's gon b wild ok

the title brah XD

poop

Green Day Lyrics :)

the description of my poo poo journey.

Poopy

read the title, hoe. - - - - ily thank u for reading - - - - 🌸🌸🌸🌸

Lord Dookie is a frog who loves longview by green day and knew how to masturbate since day 1. He does to a green day concert. What happens next?

The title kinda explains it

Can you imagine what's it's like, to have your heart not only broken, But stamped on and ripped to shreds by a boy who's face you can not go a day with out? His voice constantly on every radio station, his face on every music channel, his name on every music magazine. Maybe he's matured a little since. After all, we were young dumb teenagers in love. Or maybe he'll just never change. "I put my heart in your hands Billie Joe," I chocked as the tears continued to spill out of my eyes and down my face. "And you handed it back in a million fucking pieces," "Look, I know I hurt you. I didn't know what I was doing I swear, I never meant to me make you cry or to break your heart," he defended with the guilt burning in his eyes. "It haunts me everyday what I did to you, although it was all those years ago I haven't gone a day where I don't regret it," "I was never able to fully get over you. I was never able to forget the light in your bastard eyes. Or the way you laughed. Or the way you smiled. Because everywhere I turned there you were. On my television, playing in my stereo In my car. And it is. Torture. Even after all those years," "But I'm not that person anymore," He repeated desperately. "I've changed. For the better," "And how am I suppose to ever believe you?" "Please. Just trust me. I promise you, I won't break your heart again," he babbled nervously. As he fidgeted with his fingers. "I'll never be that me again," I took in a deep breath. As I felt my hands shake slightly still as they sat in my lap. "We're not who we use to be." I sighed. "And I'm scared to get hurt again," He took my shaking hands into his as he held them. Stroking the back of my hand with him thumb. "We're gonna be trapped in active depart forever," he whispered. "If you don't let me change the way you think of me when your eyes meet mine." "Trapped In active depart. Sounds better than trapped in another heartbreak," "But I'm trying, Do you care?" I sighed. "I'll always care,"

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