If you say it in like a high pitched butt rockers pop metal spooky voice, then itâs hilarious.
Like youâve been put in charge of busking for a haunted ride at a carnival. Your meth marked arm reaches high in the sky as you make disturbing yet dead eye contact with a just of age pretty girl who thinks sneaking out and eating cotton candy is the epitome of rebellion. And as your unnecessarily long bony finger extends towards the moon, you bellow from the dark hallways of your souls haunted primal crevices, âWelcome to The Pussy Slayer Layer!!â Your smile, both toothless and toothy, gleams wet yellow and drip rot as lightning strikes and you cough a crack-fumed cackle that eclipses the ice cream truck soundtrack that tingles through the sweaty air.
She stops. She nods yes. She canât resist the wonders of whatever The Pussy Slayer and his layer even are. She drops her cotton candy and bought a one way ticket to what is truly deviant yet blissfully addictive.
Say it aloud and tell me how it felt.
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