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by Brooding_Soul |
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| Chupa Chups:
23; I stole them back! Head Licks: None. Made by anyone. |
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| Diary,
today was truly a dark day in the Luthor manse. It started out great.
In a great plan, made by me, Esteban's nasty little ass got sent with
Yawna to the old folk's home! Whee! While he was gone, I snuck into
his room, found my Chupa Chups and my hot pants, and I lounged
all day by the pool, eating my Chocolate Truffle Explosion. I had a
great day. Until Esteban got home. About five minutes after Esteban got to his room, he came tearing down to the pool in full bitchfit mode. It seriously would have been the funniest thing, because he was almost spitting gay nails, but he was aiming the gay nails at me. "You were in my room!" he yelled. "Who, me?" I lied, seemingly unconvincingly as Esteban's eyes grew so wide that they began to resemble Yawna's. I laughed, further enraging Esteban. He stomped over, picked up my Cosmopolitan, and threw the drink in my face, ruining the copy of the Cosmopolitan that I was reading. I jumped to my feet. "Listen to me, you little bitch, you do not want to be starting with me!" Esteban shouted. "Oh, really Esty? What are you going to do, sit your culo gordo on me?" I retorted. He gasped. "I know you di-in't!" "Bitch, you know I did!" "Well at least I don't have fat calves and weak ankles and hips that look fat in hot pants!" Esteban shouted, his words slapping me in the face like so many gold sequined elbow gloves. "Hijo de la gran puta!" I shouted. I lunged forward, grabbing his nipple ring through his skanky mesh tank top and pulled as hard as I could. Esteban shrieked and slapped me away. "Ow, that hurt, chancletera loca!" Diary, that was when I got so incredibly angry that I rushed Esteban. We went flying, ass over fatter ass, into the pool. Master Lex came out of his study to see what the fuss was, and found that little puta and I fighting in the pool, ripping each other's clothes to shreds. Master Lex has both of us "grounded", for lack of a better word, confined to our rooms for the night. Diary, if Master Lex got so angry at Enrique that he put me on room arrest, there may never be hope that he and I will live the American dream, living in a big purple velvet houses with many ponies, plenty of hot pants to wear, and a white picket fence. Oh, Esteban has ruined my life. What am I to do? |
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