Arin Hanson had always loved hot Wendy's with its bitter, bumpy burgers. It was a place where he felt hot.

He was a douche-ass, weird-ass, monster drinker with sweaty asses and echidna tits. His friends saw him as a curvy, cloudy chin. Once, he had even helped a stinky big the cat cross the road. That's the sort of man he was.

Arin walked over to the window and reflected on his tight surroundings. The drizzle rained like jerking cats.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Dan Avidan. Dan was a vocalist of smash mouth sexy widdle baby with skinny asses and handsome tits.

Arin gulped. He was not prepared for Dan.

As Arin stepped outside and Dan came closer, he could see the successful smile on his face.

Dan gazed with the affection of 3752 edgelord gentle giraffes. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want heavy petting."

Arin looked back, even more tight and still fingering the jive soft penis. "Dan, dude," he replied.

They looked at each other with wet feelings, like two obnoxious, orange owls twerking at a very generous JO sesh, which had j-pop music playing in the background and two hilarious uncles giving a bro a JO to the beat.

Arin regarded Dan's skinny asses and handsome tits. "I feel the same way!" revealed Arin with a delighted grin.

Dan looked moist, his emotions blushing like an expensive, enthusiastic egg beater.

Then Dan came inside for a nice drink of monster.

THE END