when i was a boy, i had a favourite boy. and it was when my mum made boy. ohhhh how i loved my mums boy.
you go to the inshops for some gammy lysteria meat when you catch a glimpse of a plum purple glow. it beckons you and an echo begins swirling through your head: "come in my shop *hands* come in my shops *hands".
(read this next sentence in david attenborough's seductive voice for a better effect) you follow your instincts and crawl towards the grunting. on your way everyone in your path clears. because they are so terrified because you're walking like you're pretending to be a dog except you're not on your knees you're on your legs if that makes sense.
ANYWAYS.
you turn a corner and your heart skips a beat, your legs begins to tremble and your eyes glow. there he is. the most plumiest, gammiest boy youve ever seen.
