adopted by Tom Harlock

What the trinkerfuck

After all that, we both decided it would be a good idea to go get some sleep. We got out of the restaurant and went to his white van. There was not much room, not much room at all. But we made it work. He kicked me in the head a few times, but I'm quite used to that, so it didn't bother me. In the middle of the night I heard a distinct voice singing Yellow Submarine by The Beatles. I peaked through the window, and I saw it was Harry Styles wearing a plastic bag over his head with a shirt that said "Fuck, Dick" and no pants. Then I felt an arm pull me away from the window. It was Tom, he whispered "Do. not. look. at. him. He does this every once in a while and when someone looks at him, he starts shooting chocolate pudding from his nipples and it's so hard to get off my van."