Imagine you are anxiously sitting in your comfortable pleather seat on the stage of Who's the Daddy. Normally there would be more than one person that would have the DNA testing done, but I knew that he was the father of my baby. I knew that it was Toolie. As the host called Atoolred onto the stage, I squirmed in my seat remembering how he got me pregnant by holding my hands intensely. I shake out the treacherous thoughts and watch the host bring out the papers that have the results in them. He looks at both of us in turn and a picture of my bootiful baby showed on the big screen. "Atoolred. You are... NOT THE FATHER!!!" The people in the audience jump for joy as my heart plummets and I turn to Toolie. He stands up from his seat, stoic as always, stances and looks back at me. He says, "I want a perfect internet wallet. Get it or get out." And stances off of the stage.
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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
