23 - jake & fergie

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Jake Johnson was lonely in the months that followed Ratbastard's death. All he had was Ferguson to comfort him. He'd tried to go on many dates but they all failed. He sang songs about himself: Jake Johnson Jake Johnson from the streets of Chicago, I love you dawg.

One day he decided to find lovefor Ferguson, and went to the puppy mill for a female cat. While he wasbrowsing he knocked over a shelf of shittle and bent down to scoop it up, butit was sloppy and slipped down his hot chunky arms. A woman bent down to help him, a bashful smile on her face. "Hi," she said, tucking a rogue blonde hair behind her ear. "I'm Fergie."

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