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Boredom Sucks
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Do I own the list? Maybe someone out there has a boredom list too?
That means I don't own a boredom list. Oh no!
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George: *still dazed from running into walls* That was fun!
Fred: You got some more right...here. *licks the white stuff off* Yummy, and of my own invention!
George: I'm bored now, what's next on your list?
Fred: *checks list* Number three, ask sick questions. You first then.
George: Er...um...What's your name?
Fred: Don't as dumb questions.
George: But..but you said! Fine I'll ask another question. Who was your first time?
Fred: Thats personal! Oh well. Umm...How big's your cock?
George: *checks* There's sizes? How many people does it REALLY take to screw in a lightbulb?
Fred: Is mom loose?
George: Is Madame Maxime a virgin?
Fred: You are still obsessed with Madame Maxime? Man I thought you were over her already. It's
been years dude.
George: Ask your question.
Fred: Make me.
George: I don't make dogs I train them.
Fred: Shut up. Fine my question is....
George: Is...
Fred: I don't wanna play this anymore. Whats next?
George: I dunno, you have the list.
Fred: *reading* Be gangster.
George: *adapts quickly* What up homie.
Fred: It's all cool G.
George: Aight aight. Man that Hermione is a fine bitch.
Fred: What the fuck you talking about dawg. She my bitch from da hood.
George: Man fuck you. She's mine.
Fred: Go find y'self some otha hoe.
George: Aight man, but just cuz you my homie.
Pretty girl walks by.
George: Hey baby, come over hurr and lemme back slap dat ass.
Fred: ooh she fine.
George: I'll let you ride my broomstick anytime bitch.
Fred: I'm bored again.
George: Yeah me too......
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A/N Yeah, I decided to NOT end it there, because I am bored...again. What a shame...
Guesss I won't be unbored because I'm writing this chapter. *sigh* What to do now..
Boredom Sucks
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Do I own the list? Maybe someone out there has a boredom list too?
That means I don't own a boredom list. Oh no!
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*
George: *still dazed from running into walls* That was fun!
Fred: You got some more right...here. *licks the white stuff off* Yummy, and of my own invention!
George: I'm bored now, what's next on your list?
Fred: *checks list* Number three, ask sick questions. You first then.
George: Er...um...What's your name?
Fred: Don't as dumb questions.
George: But..but you said! Fine I'll ask another question. Who was your first time?
Fred: Thats personal! Oh well. Umm...How big's your cock?
George: *checks* There's sizes? How many people does it REALLY take to screw in a lightbulb?
Fred: Is mom loose?
George: Is Madame Maxime a virgin?
Fred: You are still obsessed with Madame Maxime? Man I thought you were over her already. It's
been years dude.
George: Ask your question.
Fred: Make me.
George: I don't make dogs I train them.
Fred: Shut up. Fine my question is....
George: Is...
Fred: I don't wanna play this anymore. Whats next?
George: I dunno, you have the list.
Fred: *reading* Be gangster.
George: *adapts quickly* What up homie.
Fred: It's all cool G.
George: Aight aight. Man that Hermione is a fine bitch.
Fred: What the fuck you talking about dawg. She my bitch from da hood.
George: Man fuck you. She's mine.
Fred: Go find y'self some otha hoe.
George: Aight man, but just cuz you my homie.
Pretty girl walks by.
George: Hey baby, come over hurr and lemme back slap dat ass.
Fred: ooh she fine.
George: I'll let you ride my broomstick anytime bitch.
Fred: I'm bored again.
George: Yeah me too......
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A/N Yeah, I decided to NOT end it there, because I am bored...again. What a shame...
Guesss I won't be unbored because I'm writing this chapter. *sigh* What to do now..