I feel like writing in really big text. It makes me feel important. Anyway, story time. Last Friday at a football game (we're in the band, bitches) me and my friend Joe were chatting. We were talking about writing stories, and then about some random s**t. The random s**t was about how one day he'll be a rock star, I'll be a prostitute, and we'll be in love even though I'm a whore who only has sex with women. Since I have sex with him, that makes him a woman. I asked how it'd be possible for us since he'd have nothing there, and he said I would draw it on with a marker. The only problem is, due to something horrible happening, there's only the black licorice scented markers left, and all the penises in the world fell off. And since nobody likes the sent of those, no men will ever get head again due to the fact that their dicks are drawn on with licorice scented markers. The end.
xraincloudsx · Fri Nov 06, 2009 @ 12:17am · 0 Comments |