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Cabin Saints: For Shits and Giggles
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“I’m hungry let me take you out for dinner?”
“In what your Infinity truck?”
“I don’t drive an Infinity.”
“You liar that’s what you told me in Colorado!”
“No baby, I said I drive an Xfinity truck, you know a Comcast truck it’s one of my many jobs its real comfortable I have a twin air mattress in the back and errrything now let me take you out.”
“What the———were you not paying attention to anything I just said!”
“No, woman you know I have 80HD.”
“You mean ADHD.”
“That’s what I said 80HD.”
“Its official I think I’ve fallen in hate with you.”
“Awwww, thank you so you joining me for dinner or what?”
“No.”
“Can I taste your Candy Land?”
“No.”
“Lick your Hi Ho Cherry O?”
“No.”
“How about helping me Chute My Ladder?”
“Hell no and let go of me!” Goldie lets her go and smiles at her once again flashing his freshly polished gold teeth.
“You remind me of an orphanage.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I want to put some kids inside you.”
“Ughhhhhhhhhhhh, “Kit says storming off.
“Unk you’re the man.”
“And I know this, “he says smiling at her.
Meanwhile, Bette, Tina, Alice, Max, Dylan, and Helena somehow made the wrong detour and ended up outside. For, Alice she couldn’t be more thankful especially since she hadn’t heard back from Tasha for the past 35 minutes. They had been playfully texting each other back and forth all night and she couldn’t help begin to worry. While, Alices thoughts were occupied on why she hadn’t heard from Tasha, Bette, Tina, Helena, Dylan, and Max were confused as to what the hell was going on around them. It looked like Walmart, Craigslist, and the Flea Market threw up outside it was like a low budget block party.
“What the hell is going on out here!?”
“I don’t know but whatever that is cooking smells great, “Tina says. A woman walking by catches wind of the conversation and decides to chime in.
“Oh, that smell that’s my good friend Mary Jane Puffers specialty yup she only makes it on special occasions, “the women says looking around, “I don’t know exactly what the special occasion is today but hey the streets are live tonight, “she says excitedly.
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This story is so funny, thank you for posting and please post more soon.
Thank you for reading!!!
You made my day just fantastic! This was too crazy for words. I had a good laugh about it.
Sorry to see that this was the last chapter, i really hope you will post another story.
Thanks for the story.
Hahahhaha, thanks what can I say I’m a clown thanks for reading! New comedy story in the works!