Gabe Itches had always loved dirty toddlers funerals with its delicious, decomposing dead babies. It was a place where he felt sad.

He was a Nechrofiliak, Alcoholic, Toddlers blood drinker with fat balls and greasy testicles. His friends saw him as a gentle, gifted Gay. Once, he had even jumped into a river and saved a putrid toddler which he sexually Assaulted. That's the sort of man he was.

Gabe walked over to the window and reflected on his ugly surroundings. The Raining body parts teased like shouting failed dog.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Moe Lester. Moe was a dumb Gay with swetty balls and huge testicles.

Gabe gulped. He was not prepared for Moe.

As Gabe stepped outside and Moe came closer, he could see the innocent glint in his eye.

Moe gazed with the affection of 8014 nechrofiliac rich radoactive bird. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want My DVD of two girls one cup back."

Gabe looked back, even more sad and still fingering the soggy Rubber stick. "Moe, I Nailed your dead Grandmother," he replied.

They looked at each other with sad feelings, like two tart, thoughtless toads with downs Drinking at a very dead A toddlers Funeral, which had Death metal music playing in the background and two Gay uncles Sucking eachother to the beat.

Gabe studied Moe's swetty balls and huge testicles. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Gabe in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't love you Moe."

Moe looked sad, his emotions raw like a blushing, bad blow-up doll.

Gabe could actually hear Moe's emotions shatter into 9493 pieces. Then the dumb Gay hurried away into the distance.

Not even a drink of Toddlers blood would calm Gabe's nerves tonight.

THE END