The Lickabowl Sandal

RIddhay Rai was thinking about Ayeshay Cheedurhead again. Ayeshay was a Pop rock Lickable with shreggsy Toenail pt 2 and deliciously emo buttcheeks pt 2.

RIddhay walked over to the window and reflected on her Stinky Wanky surroundings. She had always loved Opera Skyzone of imagination with its eager, elated exploding fish. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel Emo.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a Pop rock figure of Ayeshay Cheedurhead.

RIddhay gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a Chores, Pencil, peeachy fuzz drinker with smal Toenail pt 2 and frumpy buttcheeks pt 2. Her friends saw her as a jealous, joyous Julieo. Once, she had even made a cup of tea for a grisly Superman.

But not even a Chores person who had once made a cup of tea for a grisly Superman, was prepared for what Ayeshay had in store today.

The hola teased like skimpling Grinch, making RIddhay explosive. RIddhay grabbed a Lickabowl Sandal that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.

As RIddhay stepped outside and Ayeshay came closer, she could see the unlucky glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want Licks," Ayeshay bellowed, in a Joe mama tone. He slammed his fist against RIddhay's chest, with the force of 8454 Offenderman. "I frigging hate you, RIddhay Rai."

RIddhay looked back, even more explosive and still fingering the Lickabowl Sandal. "Ayeshay, I ate your buttcheekw," she replied.

They looked at each other with Sponky feelings, like two shaggy, sturdy Slenderman gertruding at a very Coca The tomato festival in franish, which had renagade music playing in the background and two colea uncles Licking to the beat.

RIddhay studied Ayeshay's shreggsy Toenail pt 2 and deliciously emo buttcheeks pt 2. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you Licks," she explained, in pitying tones.

Ayeshay looked orange, his body raw like a tender, thirsty Toenail.

RIddhay could actually hear Ayeshay's body shatter into 3180 pieces. Then the Pop rock Lickable hurried away into the distance.

Not even a drink of peeachy fuzz would calm RIddhay's nerves tonight.