Posted Tue Dec 1, 2015 | 110 Words | Tagged story christmas

Gav, happy with the new him thought it’d be grand to put up the other flag in the room where the math club met. He used to be part of them, but now he only thought he could save the poor fuckers.

It wasn’t long before they had all stripped down, all tranced by the flag. Was it patterns deep in the fabric? Was it the smell of the flag? Was it simply cursed?

Gav didn’t give a fuck, all he had to do now is let ‘em all cum out their old selves permanently and pick ‘em up. Should be enough lads to keep ‘im entertained for a while.