Feuds and Reckless Fury

by K. Webster

After I park my Challenger in two spots so no dipshit door dings me,

ur a dipshit for parking it in two spots and i'd door ding ya just for that

“You look evil right now,” Alis murmurs, panting and eagerly trying to push the crown of his dick past my lips. “Just reminding myself that I’m better at being gay than you.” “That’s not a thing, man.” “I just made it a thing.” “There aren’t levels of gayness. You don’t get to beat certain levels and win gold coins or some shit.” “But if you could, I’d be at least three levels above you, and you’d be begging to borrow some of my coins.” “I’m not arguing about this with you because it’s fucking dumb.” “You’re not arguing because it’s no contest.” “You’ll never be at my level anyway,” he argues, because let’s face it, he has to win when it comes to the things we do together. “You’re bi. I beat you by fifty percent—”

Greer yells after me, but I race away from him easily. I’m a track star, and he’s a pervy goon.

cryinggg😂😂😭 🎶he’s a runner, he’s a track star🎶