Perfect Imperfections
"I'll break your...Um...weenis!"
Bob and me are chilling in my room. We've been watching the Touretts Guy on YouTube for a while, and it was starting to get boring. Then, Bob's phone rang.
"Hello, Bob and Frank's Condom Service, would you like to take a gander at our inventory?" he said in a buissness-like voice. I cracked up at this.
"Haha, hey Mike, what's up?" Bob giggled into the phone.
"At that weird kid's house?" he wondered. I was wondering what he was talking about.
"Yea, we'll be there. What about the hooch?" he asked. Hooch? Who was having a party?
"Hell yesum! See ya there, Mike-ums!" he yelled and shut his phone, "Frankie-doodle, we're going to a party."
"Hell yes, bitches!!! When do we leave?" I asked.
"At 9. It's like... 7 now. So I guess we chill,'' he replied.
"Chill? When there's makeup to be put on? Fuck no, we must beautify ourselves!" I joked.
He took it seriously, apparently. "Dammit, Frank, if you try to put eyeliner on me, I'll break your...Um...weenis!!!"
I laughed, "Wow, Bob, what a threat!!"
"Whatever, just don't put that girly shit on me," he sulked.
"Okay, I was kidding anyway. I swear, you couldn't detect sarcasm if it was up your ass!" I jested.
"You wish it was up your ass!" he shot back.
''True,'' I agreed.
He gave me a repulsed look and threw a pillow at me. We both went into a laughing fit after that.
"Hello, Bob and Frank's Condom Service, would you like to take a gander at our inventory?" he said in a buissness-like voice. I cracked up at this.
"Haha, hey Mike, what's up?" Bob giggled into the phone.
"At that weird kid's house?" he wondered. I was wondering what he was talking about.
"Yea, we'll be there. What about the hooch?" he asked. Hooch? Who was having a party?
"Hell yesum! See ya there, Mike-ums!" he yelled and shut his phone, "Frankie-doodle, we're going to a party."
"Hell yes, bitches!!! When do we leave?" I asked.
"At 9. It's like... 7 now. So I guess we chill,'' he replied.
"Chill? When there's makeup to be put on? Fuck no, we must beautify ourselves!" I joked.
He took it seriously, apparently. "Dammit, Frank, if you try to put eyeliner on me, I'll break your...Um...weenis!!!"
I laughed, "Wow, Bob, what a threat!!"
"Whatever, just don't put that girly shit on me," he sulked.
"Okay, I was kidding anyway. I swear, you couldn't detect sarcasm if it was up your ass!" I jested.
"You wish it was up your ass!" he shot back.
''True,'' I agreed.
He gave me a repulsed look and threw a pillow at me. We both went into a laughing fit after that.
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Super short, but whatevs. TAYLOR LAUNTER GETS WET IN NEW MOON!!!! Just so you guys know :)