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" RINGO! " cried Paul.
" No... We can't love eachother... " replied to Paul turning away and pulling his hand away from Paul's.
" Please b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-bookie rookie, I need you..! " stammered Paul.
" No... You rather ride my nose instead of my dick... " stated Ringo
FLASH BACKKKKKk
" Hey Ringo, wanna fuck??? " Paul would weirdly drag out his words.
" Eh, sure whatever. " Ringo answered.
" Yeah, BUT can I ride your nose instead of your dick? You're small buddy boy. " Paul asked.
" Fuck you. " Ringo grumbled.
" Please do. " Paul responded
PRESENT (or some shit. )
" Oh... You still remember that. " The realization dawned on Paul, in that very moment.
" IT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT YOU STUPID WANKER. " yelled Ringo
" Geez, sorry... FUCK I mean, NO BABY STAY PLEASEEEE. " Paul was lying out of his stinky ass.
" Ew... I still smell shit. " sneered Ringo
" What do you expect, I don't have a fucking pussy I HAVE A DICK so guess what I PUT MY ASS ON YOUR, " Paul didn't get a chance to finish his words before he heard a cry.
" HEE - HEE " A muffled voice cried.
" The fuck?? " yelped Ringo, his eyes darting until falling on a suitcase.
" Oh, the suitcase.. " Paul bluntly said.
" Billy Jean not my lover! " Micheal sung. " Ya'll should HEE-HEE make up, WOO. " Micheal disappeared, as quickly as he came, he left.
" ... Well Ringo, " Paul would pause before saying his next words.
" Wanna fuck again? "
" Sure, why not. "
Afterwards,
" Damn this blunt is good as hell, make me feel like a Dutch Kangaroo.. " Ringo mumbled, one finger in Paul's ass.