i was gonna draw dirk/jake and rosemary holding hands and dirk and jake are going adventuring but then i lost all motivation after sharping my davekat drawing
bT I WANT TO
but i DONT
what ever i already ******** g have a picture of dirk and jake holding hands on my binder jfc my binder is so g ay
i also put in my trickster dirk and smuppet sticker inside a plastic packet because why the hell would i actually put them on my binder they would get RUINED that cant HAPPEN
do not read the first one this is better!!!
btw damara meulin and kurloz a ssw <<<333
You should read this and I am a very serious writer. things haev been vuery hard for john and it si NOT jsut his d**k!!!
i admited, face flusht, to my VUERY- profetional-fedora-wereing-father, mr. eggbert, thaht i was a rayging teenage homosexual. "no son. taths gey. go up to yuor room and have a goosd think about your life or else i'll shub GUSHERS down YOUR throught!!" sad my father wit a stern and concorned glair. tears welled up in my eys... "NOT THE GUSHERS DAD!" i pleeded. betty COCKER!!! *CROCKER!!! i pownded my feet on teh stares- "SON YURO GOING TO BRAYEK THE STAIRS STP IT RIGT NOW OR ELS I AM GRONDING YUO FROM EVR SEEING DAVE." john's cocoro went doke doke at the sound of dave's naem. <3 no fck u dad i livv the rebell laif!!! i slid down teh starecaze falling fface first. "i am not prowd off you son." sobbd mr.egbert as he stabbd himselfe. "m-megane... megan....." "i warnd you abiot thos stiars bro." chugkled dave hending him hs glasses "s-senpai!!" john squeld. aftr that john and daev had slopi makeots.
please send help i actually wrote down something like that for my math quiz where we had to write a story problem demonstrating something and i got it wrong the first time so i changed it to something like this
"John had 10 boonbucks to spend. He bought a Ghostbusters shirt that was 14 boonbucks. He borrowed 4 boonbucks from his very-professional-fedora-wearing-father, Mr. Egbert. John now owes his father 4 boonbucks."
i'm so ******** ing weird did i even say this idk last time i put down something about his dad's hand smelling like shaving cream
I admitted, face flushed, to my fatherly-very-professional-fedora-wearing-father, Mr.Egbert, that I was a homosexual. "No son. That's gay. Go up to your room and have a good think about your life or else I'll shove gushers down your throat." said my father with a very stern and concerned glare. Tears welled up in my eyes as I pounded my feet on the stairs- "sON YOU'RE GONNA BREAK THE ******** STAIRS STOP IT RIGHT NOW I AM SENDING YOU TO YOUR NANNA." lol no ******** you dad rebel life - and I slid down the staircase falling face first. "Where are my megane??? Megane megane mega..-" "i WARNED YOU BOUT THOSE STAIRS BRO."