No matter how hard I tryphena to not, ILoveLarry. It's true. Ever since the day I asked him, "Where are you from?" and he responded, "I'm HawaiianBruh." I responded, "This isn't a TrickDaddy6, is it?" He chuckled and replied, "I'm a as real as my PaulaDeen cookbook, baby."
It didn't take long and we were traveling all over, eating salmaan, and he asked me to be his boyfriend. The PureEssence of our relationship was impeccable. I believed we'd grow bamold1999 together, have children, and never have to worry about divorce or dealing with being left with NoChildSupport.
But the story took a dark turn when one dark, drunken night we ran into a SmoothStalker12 in a dark alleyway. I knew this was nothingbutrouble. The hooded creep asked us if we were one of those nasty yoko_homo's. It was clear we were in Danger.
" ThyArtIsGrin," my man said to the stalker, right before handing him a Lime flavored LaCroix. He was a MastaManipulator_11 and we were able to throw an AmazingBrick at the man before sprinting away. A few moments later I realized that I had dropped my jock_strap in the alleyway and I told my babiicakes that I could not live without my heavenlee underwear. In utter shock, he told me thnksfrthmmrs, left me a slice of our leftover hamburgerbunzz from dinner, and magically floated into the night sky, disappearing into the iigalaxyii. A phenomanimal guy, I smirked, and folded the buns to make a titoburitto and finished my dinner while waiting on a taxi to drive by in the HeavyRain.
he may be gone forever, but I will always love him.
