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I was sure this was going to end with
tfw I’m a kitchen table
Or something
who invited this shit covered stinky fatass to our party?
no one wants to say it
fuck it
ask him to leave
he mumbles something about “his spot”
somehow manages to stand up with his massive obese frame
pushes me over and sits on me
weight of the world
look at everyone for help
they look away
please help me
eventually sits on other people too
lie and tell him I’ll be his gf if he gets off me
fatass agrees
take longest shower of my life after and rethink my choices
Man I miss these counter green text stories.