1 This is Whack!!!

Little Fatso's ankles were killing him. Large beads of sweat rolled down his almost comically spherical face, soaking through his white singlet. You could even see dark patches of moisture forming under the armpits of his hoodie.

His small piggy eyes which were FATigued by his strenuous walk to the WHACKDonalds next door suddenly flicked towards the place where many people had gathered. A city toppling beauty whom even the heavens were jealous of had just walked out of the fast food joint and several playboys had already surrounded her, vying for her number. Yet the girl upturned her nose and walked through the crowd, ignoring her suitors, further emphasizing the icy-cold disposition that had broken the hearts of many.

On the side, Little Fatso watched carefully. He knew that such an opportunity to look at the beauty would not last forever, so he squinted his already small eyes into a >< and tried to save the image into his brain so he could nut off to it later.

๐™‚๐™ง๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐˜ฝ๐™ž๐™œ ๐™’๐™๐™–๐™˜๐™ 

๐™Š๐™ฃ๐™ก๐™ฎ $6.99, ๐™„๐™ฉ'๐™จ ๐™– ๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™–๐™ก

100% ๐˜ผ๐™ช๐™จ๐™จ๐™ž๐™š ๐™’๐™๐™–๐™˜๐™ ๐™ฎ๐™ช ๐˜ฝ๐™š๐™š๐™›

๐™‡๐™ž๐™ข๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™š๐™™ ๐™๐™ž๐™ข๐™š ๐™Š๐™ฃ๐™ก๐™ฎ

That was all he could make out from the crowd as he passed out from exhaustion.

"That's so whack ... "

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