Jerome, Steve, and Ron strolled through the streets of Dublin, trying to find a place to eat dinner. As they walked, a little boy walked up to the three.
"Excuse me," he said to Steve, "You smell like potato chips."
Then he walked away.
Steve glanced at his friends, who were hysterically laughing next to him. "I just showered, too!" Steve sighed.
His friends only laughed harder.
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Nice Posture Nonsense | One Shots
FanfictionI get ideas and they turn into one shots, and that's really all there is to it. If you're expecting consistency then you're in the wrong place. ~~~ both ryan and andrew are on the cover because at one time they were part of nice posture, despite no...
