This is like watching two monkeys at the puberty zoo. You won’t regret it, dad. When I kiss Jimmy Jr. under the disco ball, it’ll be like we’re all kissing Jimmy Jr under the disco ball. Ok then, see you on our date! Now my rash smells like bacon. But it doesn’t itch anymore. You…
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This is where I thrash. Crap attack? Don’t have one? I guess she doesn’t like wearing clothes. Please don’t tell Mom and Dad. Dr. Yap, once I was into you, but after seeing you torture my father, I think we should just be friends with dental benefits. Brr, it sure is cold in here. I…
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I can’t tell where your back ends and your butt begins. Everyone touched each other’s butts, and it was great. I guess she doesn’t like wearing clothes. Just when I think I’m out, those cheeks pull me right back in. My boob? Sausage leather belts. This is where I thrash. Butts. Let’s raise our glasses!…
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I’ll wave at you every day. He did? That’s the sleaziest, sneakiest, most romantic thing anyone’s ever done to me. You’re right. I’m a firestarter and a jinx. I’m going to destroy this whole family. This is where I thrash. Buns…sen. I’m gonna write the most erotic, graphic, freakiest friend fiction ever. uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Chad the…
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