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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2013 3:54:05 GMT
| He was shaking his dick off behind the dumpster when he caught sight of emil. Zipping his fly up, he stumbled after his bro, shouting, "Yo faggot, holy shit, did you see the tits on that fucker last night? Like a fucking cow man -Hey you got a light? You wanna get a slushee with me or something? I just woke up..." There were bags under the kids eyes, and he ran his hands through his shaggy green hair as if that would make his hangover go away. | |
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Post by EMIL RAINES on Sept 29, 2013 7:46:30 GMT
"Hey dipshit." There was something nice, something appealing about Junk. The kid reminded him a lot of his old life, just a whole fuck the system kind of attitude towards everything. "Can't say I really noticed. Oh wait, you're talking about the chick with the bought ones right?" Emil had seen enough tits clothes or not to know when someone surrendered a pretty penny for some. That chick was sporting unnaturally huge ones, either she was needed a breast reduction or well she bought them. "Tits don't get me as excited as they used to man." Because, well, sex was just fucking, boring. " Sure, I'll catch a slushee with you. I hear they got 7-up flavor at 7/11." He ran a hand through his hair. "Dude you look like well, shit."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2013 14:07:54 GMT
| There was crap, and then, there was junk. His bleary, pink-rimmed eyes, uncombed hair, and street stink complimented the big black A that had been written in sharpie on his cheek last night. He rubbed it with his palm when he noticed it in the reflection of the gas station's glass door. "Yeah she let me squeeze them she was so shitfaced. Haha! But nah, I'd never sleep with a slut like that." he muttered, eyeing the red and blue ice over the counter. He wanted the cherry and blue raspberry mixed together with some tang of an energy drink, so he grabbed one of those from the freezer and put it on the counter.
"I just think they're funny when they're so big. It's like WHOA! -yeah gimme a x-large, mix the red and the blue." He sighed and rubbed his cheek again when Emil went on about his looks. Gosh, what did the kid expect to look like after a party? James Bond? Besides, sex wasn't boring, it was an adventure. Best with pills. He was only sixteen, and he's had enough orgasms while trippin' to love sex. He shot a sour glance at his friend. "Yeah well, it rained a bit last night. And then, I forget, actually... shit, I just have a five." He exclaimed when he saw how much the monster slushee cost and all of his pockets were pulled inside out. | |
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Post by EMIL RAINES on Nov 18, 2013 18:30:46 GMT
Emil smirked. "Got a problem with people who get around, Junk?" He punched him in the shoulder. Emil, deep down, took that personalty. He supposed he was a slut, even worse, he was a whore. Whores were lower on the would fuck chain. Outwardly though, he sounded as though he was joking. "Yeah, big tits are pretty fucking weird looking man. I once had a girl who's tits were like, the size of water balloons that were about to burst. Like she had specially made bras and shit. It was bad."
Emil found Junk's company to be calming, not really stressful, a relief from the everyday hell that was his job. "Yo, don't worry about it. I got paid last night." He had about nine hundred bucks on him, good paying clients kept Emil afloat. He placed his Mountain Dew flavored slushee on the counter, and pulled out his wallet. He handed a twenty to the cashier, and told him he didn't want a receipt and handed whatever change he had to Junk.
"Enjoy faggot."
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