I was only 9 years old
I loved Rugrats so much, that I had all the merchandise and movies.
I pray to Drew Pickles every night, thanking him for the life I've been given.
"Drew Pickles is love," I say. "Drew Pickles is life!"
My Dad hears me and calls me a faggot.
I knew he was just jealous of my devotion to Drew Pickles.
I called him a cunt.
He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep.
I'm crying now, and my face hurts.
The room is very cold.
Suddenly, I feel a warmth approach me.
It's Drew Pickles.
I am so happy.
He whispers in my ear and says, "Hello! My name is Drew Pickles and today I'm going to rape your ass like-"
He grabs me with his 300-mile-long cock and puts me on my hands and knees.
I'm ready!
I spread my ass cheeks for Drew Pickles.
He penetrates my butthole.
It hurts so much, but I do it for Drew Pickles.
I can feel my ass tearing as my eyes start to water.
I push against his force.
I want to please Drew Pickles.
He laughs like Hahahahahahaha as he fills my butt with his pickle juice.
My Dad walks in on us.
Drew Pickles looks him straight in the eyes and says, "Bag! That was swell!"
Drew Pickles leaves through my window.
Drew Pickles is love. Drew Pickles is life.