Imagine being new to home ownership. You wanted just the right house. You had recently moved to Los Angeles from an insane asylum in Massachusetts. They locked you up because they found out you were involved with magic in New Orleans. You've been around the block a few times. As you anxiously drove your Toyota Tundra to the lot, you started getting anxious. "What if this house isn't right? What if the light fixtures need replacing? Does my hair look OKKK?" All these negative vibes penetrated your positive vibes. It wasn't pretty. When you approached the lot, you saw a lovely figure supposedly stancing on the walkway to the door. It was a lovely house. Probably built in the 1920's by some murderer. You didn't care. It was a hot house. The real estate agent, Atoolred gave you the grand tour. Apparently two gay guys were murdered in the basement. He said it was haunted. You said "I'LL TAKE IT!" and placed a $69,666 down payment on it and signed the lease.
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Imagines ↠Atoolred
RandomYou and I both know that your fantasies can never be quenched; however, these invigorating tales will hopefully help those insatiable desires for all you frickin fricks. May Toolie have mercy on your soul. P.S. All edits are made by me
