♥♥♥♥ Parker had always hated tight The hole with its teeny, tricky the opening. It was a place where he felt irritable.

He was an annoying, autistic, jameson whiskey drinker with Girthy ♥♥♥♥♥ and Ginger Femur. His friends saw him as an inexpensive, innocent intellectually-challenged. Once, he had even made a cup of tea for a good Woman. That's the sort of man he was.

♥♥♥♥ walked over to the window and reflected on his arousing surroundings. The piss teased like throbbing blacks.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Yeet McChicken. Yeet was a juuler minor with hairy ♥♥♥♥♥ and negro Femur.

♥♥♥♥ gulped. He was not prepared for Yeet.

As ♥♥♥♥ stepped outside and Yeet came closer, he could see the dripping glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want The Bumhole," Yeet bellowed, in a neo-nazi tone. He slammed his fist against ♥♥♥♥'s chest, with the force of 5223 orangutan. "I frigging hate you, ♥♥♥♥ Parker."

♥♥♥♥ looked back, even more afraid and still fingering the Woman juul. "Yeet, kill Yourself," he replied.

They looked at each other with sparkly feelings, like two wicked, wild women eating at a very no gender rave, which had japanese heavy metal music playing in the background and two attack helecopter uncles killing to the beat.

Suddenly, Yeet lunged forward and tried to punch ♥♥♥♥ in the face. Quickly, ♥♥♥♥ grabbed the Woman juul and brought it down on Yeet's skull.

Yeet's hairy ♥♥♥♥♥ trembled and his negro Femur wobbled. He looked sexy, his body raw like a weak, weary water bottle.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Yeet McChicken was dead.

♥♥♥♥ Parker went back inside and made himself a nice drink of jameson whiskey.

THE END