BONUS: WTAV 107
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This was written on my Social Studies paper so my teacher was pretty pissed when she was given a paper with stuff on the Renaissance and Danny Phantom. I should be more careful, they're gunna end up sending me to a counselor after my poem about death…O.o
I'ma put up another drabble soon, too…I'm getting my butt in gear.
WTAV 107 – "I'm lookin' for some dates"
Vlad stifled a yawn as he walked into the supermarket. Danny, in his disguise as a worker, smirked and conviently walked by Vlad as he appeared to be looking for something.
"Excuse me?" Danny's smirk grew and he turned to face Vlad, hoping he didn't notice his expression.
"Yes, can I help you, sir?"
"I'm looking for some dates. Do you know where they are?" Danny tried not to laugh, stroking his fake mustache.
"I'm terribly sorry sir. This is a supermarket. We sell food, not prostitues."
Vlad's eyebrow twitched. "I meant –"
Danny gave him a 'comforting' smile and began pushing Vlad toward the medication aisle. "Yessir, I know it is hard to find yourself a good blow job these days but if you're looking in a supermarket, I imagine your luck would be…"
Vlad growled.
The whole store turned to Aisle 10 and a lady covered her daughter's ears as…
"I DON'T WANT TO GET A BLOW JOB IN THE SUPERMARKET AND STOP PUSHING ME THERE!!"
A/N: …omg, I is pervy. We were talking about dates, the fruit, in Social Studies and soon the gears started turning in my head...and then TA-DA! -waves blue paper around- This happened. xD