| "I bet grant bit him in a sexy fit after a pillow fight!" G-rant looked over at Michael. After reading their best, sexiest, most straight, wonderful friend V's AIM profile they were baffled. How had some chick named Roof figured out about their secret relationship? G-rant leaned back in the chair and stroked his nipples, licking his fingers on occasion and rubbing them into his shirt in the general nipple direction. Of course poor G-unit was so miffed by the discovery of his relationship with Michale that he was actually rubbing his belly button. Faster and faster until his shirt caught fire and they called the paramedics and naked male EMTs came and did a dance before and during the process of saving G-phant. Naked male flesh dancing across Michale's foyer, bending each other over and sliding their WET lubed cocks into... So right, G-dant was saved. Michale sat on the staircase, crossing his legs and flashing G-pant with a peek into his fashionably slutty skirt. "I don't underthtand how thith could have happened." He flipped his hand and brushed back his hair. "Maybe we thould jutht go to bed and retht on it." And he stood up and headed to his waterbed filled with 8,000 gallons of water and one fish named Spork. Little did he know that G-hant was following, with his head practically up Michale's skirt in anticipation of what was to come. Turned on that his penis was as hard and as leaning as the Tower of Pisa. Michale sat down on the edge of the bed, and Spork rolled around in the water, to take off his too expensive heels. G-rant didn't know what to do. Was that the signal? They had decided on a signal that would signal the moment in which G-rant would violently molest Michale. But poor G-elephant couldn't remember the signal. So he decided to go with his insticts of an ant and shove Michale down and shove his own pants down and then shove other things into obviously flaming gay Michael (knowing look). ::flashforward:: Michael looked out to the crowd at his wedding with Kyle. "And that's how I got every STD known to man from a sleepover with G-angsta." Kykle cried. V knew it all along. And Roof baked some cookies with sprinkles that rock because frosting on them sucks gay balls. Like Michale... And Spork rolled some more. The End. |
| Sleepover by: Roof and her nigga V |