Posted at 4:30 am on Apr 30, 2016 by:
Botch Recliner (Soon-To-Be Champion Champion)
THE ONLY PLATE YOU WON'T IS IN A DIPER'S DIP.
As Donald Grump yelled at Gidboots, Botch Recliner let out a OWWWWWWWWW. Rolling off of Diper, he splashed around in the discount juices and ancient ooze for five hours.
By the time Botch got back up, Diper, Donald, and Gidboots had wandered off again and Botch was completely covered in the floor's fluid, resembling a slimy slug.
"HUH? EVERYTHING KNOWS, NOBODY KNEW, WHOOPS THAT SMELL?" Botch said, examining his peaks as the slime dripped from them.
Hearing a farting sound coming from the kitchen, Botch returned there to find Diper ramming her dick up Gidboot's ass, Cunner standing over both of them peeing for lube.
"HUH? DEEDS PEOPLE DON'T HAVE YOUR SYMPY AND YOUR SCHOOL DO HAVE MY SYMPY, GIBSHOES," Botch said, struggling to move further as the slime on his body began to get crusty.
In response, Diper pulled her dick out of Gidboots ass and Donald, attracted by the smell, wandered in to clean it off for her. By now, Botch had become completely petrified by the slime. He just stood there for several more hours, forced to watch Diper finish up with Gidboots before Bernie Pampers and Hilary Cliton joined Donald in licking up the slimy, pissy, shitty mess left underneath Gidboots.
Another three hours later, Buff Fagwell came in behind Botch, two dickdogs crammed up his nostrils.
"WHAT YOU ARE YOU STARING TO AT, PUFFY?" Buff said, pulling out one of the hotdogs and taking a bite from the snot covered end. "I'LL FUCK YOU FUCK ALL IF NIGHT, IF YA IF GET MY TO FAGGOTS."
Dropping the half eaten hotdog into his tights, he gave Botch a slap on the back, shattering the slime shell and forcing out a HUH?.
