Simon Parkes had always loved hilly West Boggins with its purple, petite parks.

It was a place where

he felt relaxed.

He was a snotty, snooty, whiskey drinker with short fingers and red lips. His friends saw him as a
damaged, delicious deity. Once, he had even helped a tasteless blind person recover from a flying
accident. That's the sort of man he was.

Simon walked over to the window and reflected on his snooty surroundings. The wind blew like
singing elephants.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Joshua Torrance.
Joshua was a giving gamer with ample fingers and fluffy lips.

Simon gulped. He was not prepared for Joshua.

As Simon stepped outside and Joshua came closer, he could see the brave glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want a kiss," Joshua bellowed, in a stupid tone. He slammed his fist against
Simon's chest, with the force of 6823 maggots. "I frigging love you, Simon Parkes."
Simon Parkes had always loved hilly West Boggins with its purple,
petite parks. It was a place where he felt relaxed.
He was a snotty, snooty, whiskey drinker with short fingers and red
lips. His friends saw him as a damaged, delicious deity. Once, he had
even helped a tasteless blind person recover from a flying accident.
That's the sort of man he was.
Simon walked over to the window and reflected on his snooty
surroundings. The wind blew like singing elephants.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the
figure of Joshua Torrance. Joshua was a giving gamer with ample
fingers and fluffy lips.
Simon gulped. He was not prepared for Joshua.
As Simon stepped outside and Joshua came closer, he could see the
brave glint in his eye.
"I am here because I want a kiss," Joshua bellowed, in a stupid tone.
He slammed his fist against Simon's chest, with the force of 6823
maggots. "I frigging love you, Simon Parkes."
Simon Parkes had always loved hilly West Boggins with its purple,
petite parks. It was a place where he felt relaxed.
He was a snotty, snooty, whiskey drinker with short fingers and red
lips. His friends saw him as a damaged, delicious deity. Once, he had
even helped a tasteless blind person recover from a flying accident.
That's the sort of man he was.
Simon walked over to the window and reflected on his snooty
surroundings. The wind blew like singing elephants.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the
figure of Joshua Torrance. Joshua was a giving gamer with ample
fingers and fluffy lips.
Simon gulped. He was not prepared for Joshua.
As Simon stepped outside and Joshua came closer, he could see the
brave glint in his eye.
"I am here because I want a kiss," Joshua bellowed, in a stupid tone.
He slammed his fist against Simon's chest, with the force of 6823
maggots. "I frigging love you, Simon Parkes."
Simon Parkes had always loved hilly West Boggins with its purple,
petite parks. It was a place where he felt relaxed.
He was a snotty, snooty, whiskey drinker with short fingers and red
lips. His friends saw him as a damaged, delicious deity. Once, he had
even helped a tasteless blind person recover from a flying accident.
That's the sort of man he was.
Simon walked over to the window and reflected on his snooty
surroundings. The wind blew like singing elephants.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the
figure of Joshua Torrance. Joshua was a giving gamer with ample
fingers and fluffy lips.
Simon gulped. He was not prepared for Joshua.
As Simon stepped outside and Joshua came closer, he could see the
brave glint in his eye.
"I am here because I want a kiss," Joshua bellowed, in a stupid tone.
He slammed his fist against Simon's chest, with the force of 6823
maggots. "I frigging love you, Simon Parkes."