Summertime correspondence between friends is usually filled with tales of tumbling out of Aunt Rickshaw’s apple tree or swimming at the community pool with loads of new pals. Fortunately I don’t know anyone that boring, so when my friends decided to chat it up one night they began to dabble down dirty lane and stumbled on some pretty disgusting artifacts.
I will only refer to these two friends as Dupa and Chatternacle. When they got to talking shop here is what they had to say:
Dupa- How’d the date go?
11:26pm
Chatternacle-
Ugh, never happened but did I mention I found a waffle maker?
11:27pm
Dupa-
COOL! Way better than wiener.
11:27pm
Chatternacle-
It was prolly small.
11:29pm
Dupa-
You gotta investigate through the jeans before you get busy, thats my motto.
11:29pm
Chatternacle-
You are so wise, mom. Nothing worse than a cocktail straw in this Whataburger pussy you know?
11:30pm
Dupa-
WHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!
Girl, how whataburgery is your pussy, and what does that mean?
11:33pm
Chatternacle-
Its open 24 hours, its hot, juicy, comes wit pickles and a lotta mustard.
Its wrapped in paper,
Its 4.98 wit tax,
You want it late at night,
Its too much 4 kids to handle.
11:34pm
Dupa-
You fucked up, girl!
11:34pm
Chatternacle-
Best kept pussy. Ssshhh don’t tell.
11:34pm
Dupa-
Margaret wants to know if it comes with a toy?
11:34pm
Chatternacle-
LOLLLZ
11:35pm
Dupa-
Man that is some funny shit! Keep it coming
11:37pm
Chatternacle-
I will. Just give me some time, I need some snacks.
THE END
womp womp!
I am officially done with Whataburger!!!
Thanks Chatternacle