Tre needs to wee, chapter 1
One day, Tre, Mike, and the other one were sitting in the park, having a manly picnic. They were enjoying this, all until suddenly, Mike died. He was planning on becoming the angel of coffee and shitting off the clouds anyway, so it didn't really matter. Tre needed to wee. But a man called Jeremy didn't let him.
Tre screamed, "Jeremy let me out, I need to wee!"
Tre clenched his bum cheeks, to prevent flooding, but he didn't see how that would help. So when he got desperate, Billie Joe gave him a cookie, but Tre wanted icing on his cookie and this cookie didn't have icing on it. So Tre put it aside and thought. Tre is not good at thinking, so, instead he yawned.
Next, the other one wanted to wee. That is Billie Joe by the way. Well, Mike didn't want to wee, because he's dead you see. He's all by himself. Because nobody likes him, everyone left him, they're all out without him, having fun. Where'd they go? Nowhere actually they're still at their manly picnic you see.
Tre screamed yet again, "I need to weeeeeeeeeeeee-ee-ee-ee-o!"
"He spoke Italian!" Billie Joe screamed more girlily. Seeing as they were wearing dresses.
Tre spilt coffee all over his dress, which was pink with dots. Polka dots. So Mike came down from heaven and licked it off for him. But it's ok, because it was spilt on his shoulder. So no gayness there. You see.
I can't be bothered to finish this story, maybe I shall do it tomorrow, when it shall be Tre Day. On his birthday, but til then ta-rah.
Tre screamed, "Jeremy let me out, I need to wee!"
Tre clenched his bum cheeks, to prevent flooding, but he didn't see how that would help. So when he got desperate, Billie Joe gave him a cookie, but Tre wanted icing on his cookie and this cookie didn't have icing on it. So Tre put it aside and thought. Tre is not good at thinking, so, instead he yawned.
Next, the other one wanted to wee. That is Billie Joe by the way. Well, Mike didn't want to wee, because he's dead you see. He's all by himself. Because nobody likes him, everyone left him, they're all out without him, having fun. Where'd they go? Nowhere actually they're still at their manly picnic you see.
Tre screamed yet again, "I need to weeeeeeeeeeeee-ee-ee-ee-o!"
"He spoke Italian!" Billie Joe screamed more girlily. Seeing as they were wearing dresses.
Tre spilt coffee all over his dress, which was pink with dots. Polka dots. So Mike came down from heaven and licked it off for him. But it's ok, because it was spilt on his shoulder. So no gayness there. You see.
I can't be bothered to finish this story, maybe I shall do it tomorrow, when it shall be Tre Day. On his birthday, but til then ta-rah.
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