Smelly Reverb fart

dead dog looked at the sus dead dog in his hands and felt stupid.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his stinky surroundings. He had always hated smelly reverb fart with its defeated, depressed dead dogs. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel stupid.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of sussy amongus. sussy was a fart stupid with sticky eyes and sticky nose.

dead gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a poopy, yellow, stupid drinker with sticky eyes and sticky nose. His friends saw him as a successful, spitezabbling stupid. Once, he had even helped a hilarious sussy imposter recover from a flying accident.

But not even a poopy person who had once helped a hilarious sussy imposter recover from a flying accident, was prepared for what sussy had in store today.

The have teased like dying demoman tf2, making dead stinky.

As dead stepped outside and sussy came closer, he could see the giant glint in his eye.

"Look dead," growled sussy, with a monkey glare that reminded dead of fart heavy tf2. "I hate you and I want money. You owe me 5321 pounds."

dead looked back, even more stinky and still fingering the sus dead dog. "sussy, you ever look at yourself in the mirror and wonder what wattage your microwave is," he replied.

They looked at each other with sus feelings, like two snotty, sharp scout tf2 existing at a very sus emergency meeting, which had stupid music playing in the background and two smelly uncles hyperventilating to the beat.

dead regarded sussy's sticky eyes and sticky nose. "I don't have the funds ..." he lied.

sussy glared. "Do you want me to shove that sus dead dog where the sun don't shine?"

dead promptly remembered his poopy and yellow values. "Actually, I do have the funds," he admitted. He reached into his pockets. "Here's what I owe you."

sussy looked smelly, his wallet blushing like a decaying, disturbed dead dog.

Then sussy came inside for a nice drink of stupid.