The Biggest GYATT in Wyoming

Finding the Gyatt

On a fine gassy day in new jersey, the impostr was sitting at the caca cafe while it was wondering if it'll ever find true love or a cheaper place to buy pot. it was perplexed. it decided it would embark on a journey to find the one. it went to Chicagoop to get a chicago style pizza and chicago style pookie iykyk. While it was eating a hot dog, something caught its big visor eye. it saw the one. it also saw the most gigantic GYATTRTTTT it's ever laid his eye upon! its face flushed bright red as it saw him. iT dropped its sushi and ran over with its arms out. The man with the gyatt turned around and saw the imposter booking it towards him. The imposter halted infront of him and asked "what is your name, lovely being?" he asked wearily. "Danny", he said with a cautious smirk. "May I ask for your hand in marriage?", the imposter thought, but it kept it as an inner thought becasue it must take things slow and steady. "May I ask for your number?" it asked, terrified pf rejection. "A bit odd for you to ask, but you're cute so I'll let it slide. May I put it in your phone?" Danny remarked. "Y-yeah!" it passes over its phone to Danny and watches as he carefully types each number, (815) 420-2222. "Here ya go." he says as he passes back the phone to it. "T-thanks! I guess I'll text you later..?" it asked. "Talk to you then!" Danny said playfully. As he walked off, the imposter got to take another look at his massive Gyatt....

the end.. for now..