"okay children i have a story to tell so sit your asses around this campfire and listen," brendon slurred because he was drunk as fuck.
everyone gathered around the fire and stared at brendon.
so lets get this straight-no i mean gay. nobody here is straight.
we have a forehead, an accordion, a stripper, pregnant ass guys, a "slagathore" whatever the fuck that is, and a cute ass fluffy fedora angel?
whAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK IS HELL
brendon took a deep breath and began telling a story.
"so it was the summer of 2001..." he began. pete sighed.
"not this story again," everyone mumbled. i was confused as fuck since i was new here.
-AN HOUR LATER-
brendon needs a glass of water and some sleep because he is more drunk than my ass when he put milk in it.
by the way, brendon, dont do that ever-fucking-again.
"PETEY!" we heard patrick yell from inside.
"WHAT" pete yelled back.
"ITS TIME FOR OUR NIGHTTIME ACCORDION SESSION"
"its my time to go. i must leave," pete said, morphing into a fucKING ACCORDION.
"AH"we heard someone yell. we couldnt make out who it was because it was too damn dark.
"whats wrong?"
"IM GOING INTO FUCKING LABOr!" it was frank.
oh shit.
