chester and ingrid

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if you were to try and define asshole, it'd be chester.

if you were to define douche-bag, it'd be chester

if you were to define cocky, it'd be chester.

point is, if you wanted to meet the epitome of a mighty lord king fucktard, it'd be chester.

now Ingrid.. Ingrid was another story.

helpful is ingrid

lonely is ingrid

calming is ingrid

weird is ingrid.

ingrid is more the type of girl you'd catch smoking a doobie under the bleachers,

eyes shut, headphones in,

and the type who'd talk to you with such confidence contradictory to her look you'd shake in your boots.

but when it came to chester, well, that was a whole other story in its self.

so what happens when you join these two by a tragic accident called "shit happens"? or, more like chester almost dying on a trip to Alabama from Ingrid's concoction of wild flowers.

oh, did i mention her almost running chester over after?

so, yes really, what do we get?

well, you get what we call 'love'.