OMG ITS SMOL BEAN!!!!!
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Ok..
Tim's P.O.V
"What's up guys, TimDotTV here, and today I'm going to be giving you guys a tour of the new house! Ross and Max are upstairs in their rooms unpacking, so I might go bother them. You may notice we still have a lot of boxes still laying around, obviously we are not completely done, but who cares? Let's head into the kitchen first." I finish up my intro and head into the kitchen. "So this is the kitchen, we eat, cook..... and sleep in here. At least I sleep in here, but as you can see, there's still lots of luggage to unpack." I walk over to a box on the counter and start opening it with my free hand, but being the clumsy person I am, the box ends up sliding off the counter, spilling broken glass all over the floor. "Well, I guess I'm going to be naming this video 'Tim Spills a Bunch of Fucking Glass on the Floor'." I say while walking out of the room. "Let's go upstairs and bug Max and Ross." I head upstairs, but stop half way when I start hearing strange sounds like banging against the wall and other sound effects. "The hell?..." I continue walking upstairs, but when I reach the top, I hear moaning coming from Ross's room. "The fuck, what are they doing?..." I walk down the hall and press my ear against Ross's bedroom door. "~M-Max... u-uh...~" "~Shhh... It will feel good soon Ross..." "Holy shit... are they?... Oh. My. Jesus. They are d-doin' it...." I whisper, but little did I know, I was still recording for the vlog. "OH MY GOD MAX, R-RIGHT THERE" I felt like I was about to puke... then I realized I was still recording. I tiptoed back downstairs to end the video and do my intro. "Well, that was a day in the life of, Tim... hope you, uhm, enjoyed whatever the fuck this was, I will see you next time... yeah, bye..." I stop the recording and put my phone back in pocket, then tiptoe back upstairs and stand outside Ross's room. "M-Max I'm gonna..." "M-Me to-
"HEY I'M TRYING TO MAKE A VIDEO HERE, CAN YOU CUM A LITTLE FUCKING QUITER?!?!" I yell, smirking as I wait for a response. The moans stopped. "Oh shit..." is all I hear.
It's short because I'm tired af, and I wanted to get this over with, shit... Tim is me.
Stay PacTastic.
K.
Night.
