CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
The Dork Lord is walking down the street. A pretty, 18 year old goth girl smiles at him. He smiles back...and reaches into his pants.
"What are you doing!?" she asks.
"Just getting out my PICKLE!!!"
"That's...that's an actual pickle!"
"I know!" he says, proudly, stroking it before eating it. "Want some? Want some of my pickle?"
"Sure, why not!" she says, laughing. He reaches into his pants again...
"I'll just fish it out..."
"Hey, wait, I want an actual pickle, not your penis!"
"I know, what do you take me for!?" he asks, a little hurt, pulling out another regular, green pickle.
"Sorry, thanks for that pickle," she says and eats it while he watches.
"I always like to watch goth girls eat my pickle," he says.
"Yeah...so, want to have sex in the bushes?"
"I thought you'd never ask!"
And they all lived happily ever after.
"What are you doing!?" she asks.
"Just getting out my PICKLE!!!"
"That's...that's an actual pickle!"
"I know!" he says, proudly, stroking it before eating it. "Want some? Want some of my pickle?"
"Sure, why not!" she says, laughing. He reaches into his pants again...
"I'll just fish it out..."
"Hey, wait, I want an actual pickle, not your penis!"
"I know, what do you take me for!?" he asks, a little hurt, pulling out another regular, green pickle.
"Sorry, thanks for that pickle," she says and eats it while he watches.
"I always like to watch goth girls eat my pickle," he says.
"Yeah...so, want to have sex in the bushes?"
"I thought you'd never ask!"
And they all lived happily ever after.
