Cool Dylan Grim

Dylan Grim had always loved cool Crowley with its harsh, handsome houses. It was a place where he felt happy.

He was a cool, cool, blood drinker with cool dicks and cool pussies. His friends saw him as a charming, cooperative cool guy. Once, he had even helped a fancy Jew cross the road. That's the sort of man he was.

Dylan walked over to the window and reflected on his cool surroundings. The sh*t teased like kiking ass dogs.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Joseph Winter. Joseph was a cool cool guy with cool dicks and cool pussies.

Dylan gulped. He was not prepared for Joseph.

As Dylan stepped outside and Joseph came closer, he could see the embarrassed glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want money," Joseph bellowed, in a cool tone. He slammed his fist against Dylan's chest, with the force of 8163 kangaroos. "I frigging love you, Dylan Grim."

Dylan looked back, even more rly awesome and still fingering the cool a cool guy. "Joseph, dude what the f*ck," he replied.

They looked at each other with awesome feelings, like two calm, careful cats getting money at a very cool The Hunger Games, which had DEATHMETAL YEAHBOI music playing in the background and two cool uncles running from responsibilities to the beat.

Dylan regarded Joseph's cool dicks and cool pussies. He held out his hand. "Let's not fight," he whispered, gently.

"Hmph," pondered Joseph.

"Please?" begged Dylan with puppy dog eyes.

Joseph looked sad, his body blushing like an ashamed, anxious an awesome guy.

Then Joseph came inside for a nice drink of blood.