text messaging is fucking retarded…
why type for a half hour which could be spoken in 5?
and who the fuck carries on a conversation for over 10 mins in text messaging, let alone with another man… I sence high levels of gayest in those text messages.
You start the thread topic as “Late night text messages” Like its some 1 in the afternoon hit drama/love show. "On today’s show, Chaz breaks away from his 8 month marriage to fine his absolute true love, his highschool bully…
I can see the flashbacks in the show now… Showing how cheeks used to beat you up in school then later found out that all that pushing and shoving around was just his way of expressing his feelings towards you. (Which later slowly progressed into bondage and slight case of beastiality)
Cliffnotes of tomorrows show:
You both grew older together and slowly grew apart… (Slightly because the old farm where you two used to meet up with after school was sold to housing developers and their were horses no more)
Few years later cheeks left town to follow his passion for lime green mitsubishi’s and paul walker look-a-likes. As Chaz opened a “BASS” shop, later finding that bussiness isnt too good when you dont carry any nightcrawlers, shiners, or little hula poppers.
Cheeks and Chaz suddenly run into each other one night at a AAA, In which cheeks was swapping titles for a car that was :v8killer: so they exchanged numbers and went about their ways…
Weeks go by, Then one night, Chaz was sitting at the computer trying to search for gay beastiality on streetfire to remind him of his childhood times and having no luck when the phone rang… It was cheeks! They decided to go to the bar and have a few drinks…(few drinks turned to 23 drafts a peice and a few shots of whiskey) So on their way home on rt8 they spotted another old farm, out of pure joy they decided to strip naked and skip thru the fields searching for the horse stables… Needless to say their were none, it was a sheep farm… So they settled for the next best thing and found the nearest cliff.
But Something happened that night… as they both were holding hands trying to push the sheep off the hillside they looked into eachothers eyes and saw something… It was true love…
The next morning Chaz’s newly wed came home from a business trip to find her husband, cheeks, and two sheep laying in bed with peanut butter smothered on each others nipples (including the sheep). She leaves him with no intent to ever come back…
Many years later Chaz still has his “BASS” shop on Rt8 and Cheeks decides to become a farmer, also patroling rt8 in a blacked out 240 striking fear into the eyes of other homosexuals seeking true love with bait shop owners. Giving him the name KING of Rt8.
ya u suck…