Keith looked at the short granny in his hands and felt afraid.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his grant surroundings. He had always hated dirty Texas with its spilt, sparkling sand. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel afraid.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of lance ben. lance was a bisexual muppet with sweaty knee cap and leggy upper thigh area in the pelvis region.
Keith gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an angsty, sassy, milk drinker with lanky knee cap and ginger upper thigh area in the pelvis region. His friends saw him as a mute, modern mullet. Once, he had even helped a crooked blonde boy recover from a flying accident.
But not even an angsty person who had once helped a crooked blonde boy recover from a flying accident, was prepared for what lance had in store today.
The hail pounded like brawling hamsters, making Keith gay.
As Keith stepped outside and lance came closer, he could see the snotacular glint in his eye.
lance glared with all the wrath of 5101 leggy curly cats. He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want dick."
Keith looked back, even more gay and still fingering the short granny. "lance, i hate you," he replied.
They looked at each other with lonely feelings, like two melodic, many monkeys genderbending at a very flirty mom's funeral, which had jazz music playing in the background and two predator uncles stabbing to the beat.
Keith studied lance's sweaty knee cap and leggy upper thigh area in the pelvis region. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Keith in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't hate you lance."
lance looked horny, his emotions raw like a wet, warty women.
Keith could actually hear lance's emotions shatter into 6194 pieces. Then the bisexual muppet hurried away into the distance.
Not even a drink of milk would calm Keith's nerves tonight.