Oaky sky
It was a lovely day outside. Alfred F Jones and Matthew Williams were sitting outside. "Why is the sky the colour of blue?" Alfred asked. "It's because it is a lovely shade of blue, Alfred." Matthew asked, "Like your eyes"
"Bitch, that told me nothing," Alfred said, not amused by the lovely compliment by the lovely Canadian on that lovely day. There was an oak tree next to them.
"It's because lettus," Matthew said.
"Your name is like math." Alfred said, ripping the oak tree from the ground and throwing it into the sky.
"Fuck you, Alfred."
"Lets have milk." Alfred said and grabbed milk from his man purse. Matthew drank it. Then Alfred drank it. Alfred forgot that he put ecstasy in the milk.
"Alfred, you dumbass, the sky isn't blue," Matthew said.
"Wut?" Alfred asked. It started to rain acorns.
"The sky is oaky." Matthew said. He took Alfred's shirt off.
"The plant babies are hurting me though." Alfred said as the acorns hit his chest.
They had sex in the middle of the field.
"M-maple" Matthew cried.
"No you bitch, the sky is oaky!" Alfred argued as he inserted his penis into Matthew's vagaina.
"O-oaky sky." Matthew said and they passed out. In the middle of the field. Where little children who were playing saw everything.