1 Deserted London

big badussy was thinking about Bing bong again. Bing was a bold knight with fluffy eyes and pretty eyelashes.

big walked over to the window and reflected on her crowded surroundings. She had always hated deserted London with its inexpensive, iffy igloos. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel confident.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a bold figure of bing bong.

big gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a daring, adorable, cocoa drinker with chubby eyes and blonde eyelashes. Her friends saw her as an angry, annoyed angel. Once, she had even made a cup of tea for a curried toddler.

But not even a daring person who had once made a cup of tea for a curried toddler, was prepared for what bing had in store today.

The snow flurried like thinking dogs, making big puzzled. big grabbed a magic map that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.

As big stepped outside and bing came closer, she could see the rich glint in her eye.

"I am here because I want love," bing bellowed, in a violent tone. She slammed her fist against big's chest, with the force of 6130 snakes. "I frigging hate you, big badussy."

big looked back, even more puzzled and still fingering the magic map. "bing, i love you," she replied.

They looked at each other with happy feelings, like two foolish, fat foxes loving at a very hungry snow storm, which had R & B music playing in the background and two lovable uncles dancing to the beat.

Suddenly, bing lunged forward and tried to punch big in the face. Quickly, big grabbed the magic map and brought it down on bing's skull.

bing's fluffy eyes trembled and her pretty eyelashes wobbled. She looked delighted, her body raw like a talented, tall torch.

Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later bing bong was dead.big badussy went back inside and made herself a nice mug of cocoa.

This made no sense, and it's violent. Lol but hope ya'll liked it, it took a while to this of nonsense here's another one T-T .

big badussy had always hated hilly London with its horrible, hurt hills. It was a place where she felt stable.

She was a controlling, caring, brandy drinker with pink toenails and ruddy thighs. Her friends saw her as a teeny-tiny, thankful teacher. Once, she had even saved a victorious old man that was stuck in a drain. That's the sort of woman he was.

big walked over to the window and reflected on her grand surroundings. The sun shone like drinking horses.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of bing bong. bing was a hopeful saint with fragile toenails and squat thighs.

big gulped. She was not prepared for bing.

As big stepped outside and bing came closer, she could see the blushing glint in her eye.

"I am here because I want your mom," bing bellowed, in an energetic tone. She slammed her fist against big's chest, with the force of 1714 badgers. "I frigging hate you, big badussy."

big looked back, even more ecstatic and still fingering the peculiar kettle. "bing, I ate your puppy," she replied.

They looked at each other with unstable feelings, like two forgotten, fresh frogs bouncing at a very delightful carol service, which had reggae music playing in the background and two charming uncles singing to the beat.

Suddenly, bing lunged forward and tried to punch big in the face. Quickly, big grabbed the peculiar kettle and brought it down on bing's skull.

bing's fragile toenails trembled and her squat thighs wobbled. She looked sleepy, her body raw like a rotten, ripe record.

Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later bing bong was dead.

big badussy went back inside and made herself a nice glass of brandy.

THE END