#HBC | Nabe
Beneath it all, he had H-cups all along
"Why can't people read? Why don't people think?"
The afroman sat in his chair by the fire, eating of Ferrero Rocher's and drinking of boxed wine. Even in his fashionable sweater, the chill of the night overtook him.
"Why do the feral cats sound the smartest of the lot?"
He dunked one of the enrobed hazelnuts into his glass, eying the Swiss across the room all the while. Slowly and repeatedly, he dunked the orb, and watched it float back to the surface. Finally, he bit it with a squelchy crunch, and after some amount of chewing and swallowing, he opened his mouth to speak to the Swiss, pieces of nut and chocolate spitting from his lips as he spoke.
"your a dumb buttface"
The afroman sat in his chair by the fire, eating of Ferrero Rocher's and drinking of boxed wine. Even in his fashionable sweater, the chill of the night overtook him.
"Why do the feral cats sound the smartest of the lot?"
He dunked one of the enrobed hazelnuts into his glass, eying the Swiss across the room all the while. Slowly and repeatedly, he dunked the orb, and watched it float back to the surface. Finally, he bit it with a squelchy crunch, and after some amount of chewing and swallowing, he opened his mouth to speak to the Swiss, pieces of nut and chocolate spitting from his lips as he spoke.
"your a dumb buttface"