Bob And Randy Were Gay

Ponyboy ran through the darkness of the Tulsa streets. His heart pounding, his bare feet hitting the concrete beneath him, his was almost home. Hopefully Darry would be awake. It was already several minutes past curfew and he knew he was going to be late. He jumped their chain-link fence and opened the front door. His brothers sat in the living room.

“Hey,” Pinyboy said in a small, high pitch voice. “Hey... how y’all doin?”

Dairy glared angrily at him with anger. “Do you know what time it is Pissboy?”

Pissboy looked at his older brother, then back to his own Apple Watch. Then realiszed that it was the sixties, and apple watched would come out for a long time. “No,” he responded simply.

“Fucker!” Darnell yelled and threw Sodapop and Pionyman

Sodpop and Penisboy hit the wall with hard snaking sound. They could have been seriously hurt but lucky for them Ponebone’s fat supple ass broke their fall.

“Daria you fucker!” Poonbeen screamed.

“That’s what you get luv!” Deery said in a posh British accent and threw up a peace sign.

“My body aches,” Sadpoop whispered sullenly.

“That really ain’t my problem hunty,” Gary began so gently sprinkle his brothers with Parmesan cheese.