HELP LMAO THIS IS SO FUNNY: tw: death BOYKISSER GIRLIEPOP MCEDGESON girliepop mcedgeson looked at the scrunckly newspaper in his hands and felt brownies. He walked over to the window and reflected on his backward surroundings. He had always loved noisy america with its knowing, klutzy kneecaps. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel brownies. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of derek whindleson. derek was a romantic geese with fluffy eyes and vast toenails. girliepop gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a boykisser, chaotic, ketchup drinker with ugly eyes and wobbly toenails. His friends saw him as a grim, graceful god. Once, he had even helped a fantastic peach cross the road. But not even a boykisser person who had once helped a fantastic peach cross the road, was prepared for what derek had in store today. The snow flurried like boating kittens, making girliepop datfyjdrtsjyggyuydytdhtfjhgdht. As girliepop stepped outside and derek came closer, he could see the nasty glint in his eye. "I am here because I want boys," derek bellowed, in a silly tone. he slammed his fist against girliepop's chest, with the force of 305 horses. "I frigging hate you, girliepop mcedgeson." girliepop looked back, even more datfyjdrtsjyggyuydytdhtfjhgdht and still fingering the scrunckly newspaper. "derek, boys," he replied. They looked at each other with anger feelings, like two ratty, raw rabbits rampaging at a very weird jazz band, which had jazz music playing in the background and two meanie uncles bopping to the beat. Suddenly, derek lunged forward and tried to punch girliepop in the face. Quickly, girliepop grabbed the scrunckly newspaper and brought it down on derek's head. derek's fluffy eyes trembled and his vast toenails wobbled. He looked boys, his body raw like a straight, sleepy sausage. Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later derek whindleson was dead. girliepop mcedgeson went back inside and made himself a nice drink of ketchup. THE END
