Some other dimension far away...
"We could be fucking. That's all I'm saying" Kyle bit the tough plastic off the condom pack.
Cartman grunted, and shifted his rather large body to upward, leaning his circular head on his meaty hand. His brow rose lazily.
"Kahl, why are you opening a condom? I'm not in the mood. We just had Chipotle, and I've got the shits." Kyle shook his Jew-fro and looked at Cartman with pleading hazel eyes. The red-head was usually never horny, and even when he was, he'd never act this desperate.
Suddenly, a sick smell touched both of their noses.
"KAHL, THAT'S GROHSS!" Cartman screeched, jumped up from their satin duvet and ran to their adjoining en suite to grab a can of Apples and Cinnamon Frebreeze. Kyle jumped.
"Cartman, I didn't fucking shit my pants!" The red-head screamed, running to the bathroom himself to check his pants.
He was right.
He didn't shit his pants.
"My...anus is bleeding, Cartman!" The Jew looked up at his tubby boyfriend. Cartman just shook his head and handed him a bottle of Chipotl-away. Kyle's eyes widened.
"Wha..What?"
"Happens to me all the time, Kahl."
After shitting his underwear for the fourth time in an hour, the Jew returned to their bedroom with a frown. Never again would he eat Chipotle. His need to have sex was long gone, along with his tigthy-whiteys in the trash-bag of their bathroom. Cartman just chuckled as the boy laid down on their bed, body faced to the left.
Holy shit, this was the most retarded thing I've ever written ever. Like, wtf.
Please love me.
Please
I can't believe I actually wrote this OMGOMGOGMGOGMG
I think I'll go cry. Maybe not.
Okay, I did good, right, papa?
O-O
