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The GameStephano was calmly playing his Sonic video game, losing to King Arthur terribly, but keeping his cool. And Mr. Chair was freaking the hell out because:
"I'M FUCKIN' HUUUUUNGRY!" Mr. Chair yelled, snuggling Pongoose.
"WHAT!?" Stephano screamed, throwing his Wii mote and nunchuck.
"Yes :3" Mr. Chair smiled.
The bro was driving back from the grocery store, on his way to pick up Mr. Chair from his week long visit with Stephano. Stephano got two ACTUAL hits on King Arther.
"YES!" Stephano yelled getting sweatier by the minute.
"NO, WHATABUBUDABUDA??" Stephano babbled dumfounded cause he swung his sword at the right time but the game didn't register it! Then he started whimpering in the corner .
"Aw, don't be showin yo bualsaq to the camera man." Mr. Chair cooed.
"But-but, Caliburn is such a NAVI! D':" Stephano complained back.
"OOOOOHHH!" Mr. Chair exclaimed.
"I AM MAD AT YOUH!" Stephano said in an airy tone pointing to the TV.
"MR. CHAIR! BRO IS HERE!" Mayo yelled.
The ShushStephano was browsing the internet, because he was bored as shit. He was content, looking through old times he and the bros had together.
"HOLY SHIT, IT'S ANOTHER FUCKIN DAY!" Mr. Chair wailed, running in the room.
"What the fuck!?" Stephano gasped inwardly, jumping up.
"IT'S THE BEST DAY EVER AGAAAAIN!" The other screamed.
"Mr. Chair?" Stephano asked.
"CAUSE I'M A STUPID FUCKIN CHAIR, AND I DON'T KNOW SHIT! AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT IS TO BE SAD!" Mr. Chair continued, doing the Macarena.
"Let me guess, you're fucking hungry? Let's get you some food." The golden male life form sighed, walking past the dancing chair.
"HOLY HELL! THAT GUY'S BRINGING ME FOOD!" Mr. Chair gasped, following him.
They went to the kitchen and got some French Silk ice cream for the hungry chair.
"THIS FOOD SUCKS AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW IT!" Mr. Chair yelled, spitting ice cream everywhere.
"Stop yelling dipshit!" Stephano scolded.
"Sush, we've been through this, you'll wake the bros." Mr. Chair smiled innocently, b
The HungerMr. Chair was reading in the early hours of the morning, before the sun came up, like 3:56 AM. His Bro Stephano was sitting at a desk nearby, sleeping. Mr. Chair suddenly looked up from his book, firmly shut it, stood up, and tapped on Stephano's shoulder.
"Hmph? -_e" The golden boy replied.
"I'M FUCKIN' HUUUUUUUNGRY! O3O" Mr. Chair yelled in a demonic voice, right into his ear.
"HOLY FUCK! OoO" Stephano screamed, jumping up.
"Shhh, you'll wake the bros :3" Mr. Chair whispered.
"Geezus Christ Mr. Chair! Couldn't you wait till evening? "
"No :3" Mr. Chair purred.
"Ugh, fine let's go -_-*" Stephano said getting up. The only reason why Mr. Chair couldn't go alone was because he was afraid of the dark, and he got lost easy.
After Stephano got Mr. Chair a can of fresh MANDALIN oranges , they went back to their room.
"Is your hunger quenched now? -_-" Stephano sighed.
"No, I'M STILL FUCKIN HUUUUUUUNGRY! D:" Mr. Chair exclaimed again annoying the golden one even more.
'Are you fucking kid
Mr. Chair and Stephano had baked some fairy cakes, Birthday Rainbow CHIP, to be spot, fucking, on. They are frosting said fairy cakes. Mr. Chair frosted a curvy penis on one of his, and Stephano had been pouting like a little CUNT! AND FUCKING FROSTED A CURVY ASS CIRCLE WITH THE FUCKING WEEEEAVE TIP!
I need a cup for my drinking habits! The golden man announced, rummaging through the chairs cupboard for a pink cup.
He got water inside of the cup, and Mr. Chair began playing with the fridge water. He pushed the button, and made it squirt on his male reproductive organ, the floor, and all over his wooden body. Mr. Chair began wiping the cold, clear liquid with his socks, and asked for a towel. Stephano jogged up the stairs menacingly, and grasped a green face towel.
What the fuck is THAT!? Mr. Chair snapped, moisting all over the floor.
A TOWEL, tard facial! Stephano growled seductively.
Couldnt get a big towel!? LIKE A BIG DICK!?
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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