Two Sensitive Uncles Tearing it down to the Beat
A Short Story
by
SLOE
Balls OHard looked at the inflated rings in his hands and felt disgruntled.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his racist surroundings. He had always loved boisterous Los Angeles with its slimy, salty Staples Center. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel disgruntled.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Inner GI. Inner was a self-tooting burgular with smelly e-p33n and nerdy scrotum.
Balls gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a jealous, anxious, Surge and cum drinker with hairless e-p33n and short scrotum. His friends saw him as a panicky, perfect puppeteer. Once, he had even revived a dying, Inner's emotions.
But not even a jealous person who had once revived a dying, Inner's emotions, was prepared for what Inner had in store today.
The rain hammered like out-coaching Lakers, making Balls sassafrass.
As Balls stepped outside and Inner came closer, he could see the important glint in his eye.
"I am here because I want freedom from Ball's Shadow GMing," Inner bellowed, in a flamboyant tone. He slammed his fist against Balls's chest, with the force of 5852 Sonics. "I frigging hate you, Balls OHard."
Balls looked back, even more sassafrass and still fingering the inflated rings. "Inner, enjoy my championship," he replied.
They looked at each other with devestated feelings, like two greasy, grubby Grizzlies building a legacy at a very antagonizing NBA Finals, which had hip hop music playing in the background and two sensitive uncles tearing it down to the beat.
Balls regarded Inner's smelly e-p33n and nerdy scrotum. He held out his hand. "Let's not fight," he whispered, gently.
"Hmph," pondered Inner.
"Please?" begged Balls with puppy dog eyes.
Inner looked overjoyed, his body blushing like a cloudy, chubby cap space.
Then Inner came inside for a nice drink of Surge and cum.
THE END
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