BackToButch:
Ever heard of Sebastian Stan?
DecentPerson:
Yeaah
have you grandpa?Bitch I'm asking about him
That's right! Cause I'm your
fucking personal googleYasss!
This boy. This boy. He's an 11.
You will never achieve his
level, Butch.
Dead ass.
His looks are killer.
He's a serial killer cause of it.
He's gorgeous, Butch.Omfg thank you
You're welcome, Butch.
You're very welcome, Butch
do you just keep pictures
of him on your phone?no I used google but now
they're on my phonehere's another one to keep
on your phone*inhales deeply
*dies*grabs defibrillator
*shocks google*takes first breath
*blows kisses out to the crowd
cheering me on
*takes a bow
*shakes hands with the mayor
*takes the key to the city*thinks butch is a dramatic lil bitch
*flips off google since I can
read mindsfuq u u ain't no superhero bitch
*takes last breath
*is deadhallelujah praise Jesus
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Liar, Liar, Pants On Fire
FanfictionIn which Sebastian Stan sends a text to a wrong number asking where his lube is. I do not own anything except the plot and the witty comebacks. (Completed) Second book is Puppy Dog Love.