The "Say random shit and give each other props" thread
- Thread starter Black Market
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Chef boyardee is meaner stronger less suspectible to disease and more dominant than a male gorilla. He comes to me at night. Willfully opening the locks and bending the bars on my window. Costing me horrendous amounts of money in home burgulary devices. He comes to me in my bedroom. Naked,shaved, and oiled. Goosebumps thick black arm hairs risen off his skin. Standing in a pool of pizza grease. Barfing up flour. It enters my lungs. I cough. He laughs. he mounts me. Id like to kick his hot-stinking, macho fucking ass.
Okay so the other day I was watching my nieces, and I took them upstairs to play in their rooms while I got ready for the day. Okay, so, I put the gate up so they can't fall down the stairs, check. Closed the doors to rooms they weren't supposed to be in, check. So whatever, they're playing and I'm fixing my hair. All of a sudden I realize it's a bit too quiet. So I put my straightener down and go into my oldest niece's room. Usually when they come into the bathroom I notice it and I have a pretty good eye. ANYWAYS, the girls were in my oldest niece's room, and low and behold sat a bottle of Dove Conditioner. Brynn, the oldest, was pumping conditioner into Kendra's hands, and Kendra was of course, fucking eating it. Brynn was rubbing it all over her hands as if it were lotion. I couldn't help but laugh.
