Hello. You see that thing up there? And you see how I, Chael, am frustrated with Brookie and the chubby unicorn?.... Well... when I was drawing said "thing up there" I was imagining that Brookie bought said chubby unicorn, without me knowing.... And it has now shat on the floor.
Brookie: Please take note that I did not actually buy a chubby unicorn named 'Glutter' who decided to shit on the floor. This is just a part of Chael's imagination. I'd buy a bad-ass wolf named Fang who would then rule the world.
Chael: ......You so would buy the fat unicorn...
Brookie: ...Perhaps. But I sure as HELL wouldn't name him 'Glutter'. That's just fucked up man. I'd name him... Horny. Hahaha. Ha. Get it? Horny?
Chael: .... You so would name him Glutter..
Brookie: .........Maybe. MAYBE. Asshole.
Chael: ... No...you would for sure name him Glutter.
Brookie: ...Hahaha, nah, I'd name him Debbie ;)
Chael: *GASP!!!* YOU TYRANT! THATS MY MOMS NAME!!
Brookie: Or I could name him Brian. That'd be just... weird though. And your dad doesn't remind me of a fat unicorn who shits on the floor.
Chael: I'm gonna make her read this post. SO FUCK YOU... I mean... That's not nice what you did... Hi mom.
Brookie: Man, fuck yo couch. If she read this we'd be screwed. o.O Anally. No lube.
Chael: ........But I'm too young for sex....Like your brother.
Brookie: Hells yes. Guys. 13 year old. Already doin' it doggy-style. RIDICULOUS. But that's not the point. The point is... well. Fuck.What is the point of that picture?
Chael: The point is......THE END
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