( 10:08 PM ) shut up christine
Dedicated to my beloved Brisans. You asked; here is my answer.
I remember like it was yesterday *fuzzy dream sequence*
About 9 or 10 years ago, when Christine was a wee lad, she went to the local AlphaBeta supermarket with her mother. She happily skipped down the aisles but came to a sudden stop when a glimmer reflecting off the Welch’s Grape Jelly Limited Edition Looney Tunes Collectible Jars caught her eye.
“Mmmmmm *drool* …jelllllay.”
Christine, being too preoccupied searching for the Yosemite Sam jar, failed to notice the deranged bagboy barreling down the aisle at rocket pace.
*CRRAASHH!* The bagboy’s shopping cart collided into little Christine, throwing her body 6 feet into the air.
Luckily, the jumbo jet-puffed marshmallow display broke her fall.
“Wh….where am I?” Christine said when she finally woke up.
“Don’t worry hun, you’re at AlphaBeta,” cooed the nice store manager.
He had set down several packages of Depends for Men as a makeshift bed for her. Awww, how sweet.
Christine was alright, but the shopping cart’s impact severed many of the nerves in her yet-to-bud chest.
And that, my child, is why Christine has no feeling in her boobs...all because of a tragic shopping cart incident.
THE END.
can you guys tell how bored i am? i miss you.
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