The guys are walking down the street, Bob carrying rotten eggs, Frankie using Ray as a pony, and Gerard being a diva. What could go wrong?
"so remind me why the fuck we're doing this again?" Bob asked with a sigh for the 5th time that night alone.
"Uh, cuz we had too many fucking rotting eggs!" Gerard replied sounding slightly like a diva. Fuck it, he sounded very much like a diva. And he was quite aware of this fact, and dare I say it, he was actually proud of it, too!
"Well can you guys just buy a fucking mini fridge or at least carry some of these fucking things?" Bob snarled. The poor guy was currently having to haul around all the rotten eggs.
"Just be glad that you just have to carry around rotten eggs. They don't yank your hair or dig their feet into your kidneys and tell you to go faster." Ray said,a with a glare intentioned for the small creature on his back. Said creature completely ignored the glaring Toro-saurus-rex, opting instead to pull at its soggy fro.
Gerard didnt make things any better, stopping in his tracks and staring back at the other 3 men. He put his hand on his hip and said, "Will you 2 fuckwads please shut the fuck up? You're like totally killing my fucking mood!"
sorry its so short... More to come soon if i get any reviews.... Cause im pretty sure that everyone who uused to read this stpped reading x.x so you know what to do.... R&r