Well when a lot of people want requests at least you know that you're art is good

Me: pete's not there... -gets up- shit! I can't leave that stupid Russian alone for two seconds!

(Ah no I'm just explaining for ivory) me: I can see that. -rubs her head and looks over to the couch.- ohhhh shit.

Me: no, it's someone who's addicted to drugs. It's just a street name for that. I feel like you're on catnip or something.

Peter: can I have one?

Aaaa wait shit it's ok

Me: are you a junkie? Cause you sure seem like one. I'm a stoner and believe it or not Peter's a really bad alcoholic. Then again a lot of Russians are

Hell

Me: -takes a sip of my drink- he'll I hope this stuff isn't drugged like Pete's drink was. How are you feeling?

Me: wow. What a corner. -goes and sits in the corner.- maybe someone will fuck with me if I'm in this corner. Come at me ladies.

Me: -giggles- that was very nice swinging. So you're bisexual? -takes a swig of my drink and wipes my mouth with the back of my hand- I have no idea who I like really...

Me: alright!!! Let's go find someone to fuck or something. -grabs one of the drinks on my way- so how do you swing? Guys? Gals?

Count me in

Peter: -squeezes you- omg hiiiiii I missed you

Me: hey toots, wanna ditch him? We'll pick him up before we go

Peter: -smiles and blushes- I'm flattered... I-I kinda like you too

Me: he is literally two feet taller than I am -gets him on the couch and huffs- the only question is how are we going to get him home

Me: see? Calling me weak. Not easy to lift up a guy that's over 400 pounds huh? -I try lifting him from under his arms- lay off the donuts pete...

AAAAA FUCKING CHRISTMAS -blasts carol of the bells on my violin-

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