“Omg this time travel is giving me the squirts!!” said Joaquin on the Dave Letterman show in a haze.
“I'm getting pretty thirsty, do you think I could use your butt like a water fountain, except with diarrhea?” Angy asked, expectantly.
As I watched her dribble the brown quelsh (my nickname for strange time traveling diarrhea) from Joaquin's Buthole, I started laughing and crying at the same time. I looked around the room at the megasuper computers. I was wondering if I could get on http://www.youporn.com from them, or if they even had internet. I will never know that, even in my old age, I wonder if I could have looked at some cool pornoe on those computers.
But back to the story of the time traveling faggots.
“Hey you cunt, lets go kill osama” said Joaquin bequeathly.
“I don't know if I am going to want to do this, your faggoty green and pink 1980s bullshit nylon polyester fag clothes are bothering my eyes, i'm starting to get a headache.” I said to the nigger with the gay clothes.
“You know what that means! Something fucked up is about to happen, I can just feel it. My name is Angie, I am a character in this story.! Hahah.”
“Epic...” said joquin as he slid his Quelsh-stained cock out of his slimy, sweaty jock strap, and began furiously wanking off on Angie's face as she sang the national anthem in spanish, just like she fucking would.