Dave and John were starting to heat things up in the bedroom when Dave suddenly stopped. He put his shades back on, and John watched in confusion as Dave went over to his turntables and started flipping through his tracklists.
"Please Dave, not the fucking porno music again."
"Better, baby buckteeth cakes. Gonna slam you to my own sweet jams this time."
Then Dave pulled out the microphone as the bass kicked in and the beat began.
I’m an artist of the sex
A Passion Picasso
A Dirty Da Vinci
A Freaky Frida Kahlo
When it comes to the sex
I know how to please
Gonna start at your toes
Move up to your knees
“No, Dave, stop.”
John did the windy thing and blew Dave and the turntables out the window. There was a crash as the turntables hit the pavement, and John heard Dave cursing. He got up and found Dave sprawled out in the tree outside, flipped him the bird, and shut the window.
Sex is dangerous kids stay in school the end
what if i just want to see a brown dave cosplayer for once
stop the presses
kort is here
reporting for motherfucking duty
YOU ARE TOO GORGEOUS FOR WORDS AND I WANT TO KISS YOUR FACE BAD.
*fans flaming pants*