Girls just wanna have fun...

NOTE: I might get in trouble for this one

I know this kid, good kid. A bit fat, and his finger nails are usually dirty, but besides those fixable handicaps, he’s a real stand up guy. Let’s call him ‘Farguat’. Now Farguat is a homo, and a closeted homo at that. His family and religion discriminated and alienate, so for fear of being ostracized he keeps his fat, dirty, gay ass in the closet (It’s a tight fit). I thinks its utterly fucked that Farguat can’t love who he wants to love, it’s a tremendous atrocity when a man is can’t hold his lovers hand in public for fear of judgment from a brutish and perennially corrupt religion, Being a gay Christian is like being a Jewish Nazi. But that’s a whole other California roll…
A few years back, before the sterility of face book, Farguat made a fake myspace page, posing himself as a girl. Stealing some pictures from a girl in Akron, Ohio and decorating his page with sparkly shit and pulsating banners that read ‘Juicy‘ and ‘Heartbreaker‘, ‘Raquel’ the 5’5 , light brown haired, 34 D cup sized bombshell was born. And let me tell you folks, she was a certifiable tramp, in the best possible way.
Pickings are slim in the Midwest when you’re a boy who cant catch a football and would rather play Guilty Gear than dribble a Spalding, and eventually you get lonely enough to date online. Not me now, oh hell no, that e-dating shit is for the birds, I’d rather take a swim down lonely river than so much as dip my pinky toe into murky and polluted pool of internet relationships, fuck all of that. (Craigslist Erotic Services >E-Harmony)
But A few friends of mine, well they weren’t so lucky, lonely, and near sighted, and virgin dicked, they came across Farguat’s Frankenstein woman via myspace. And sooner rather than later 3 of my friend fell for Raquel. They were enamored with her, she was a nerd, she got their jokes, listen to their problems and she talked in ways that weren’t mean or dismissive. She gave them, hell even myself, hope. Hope that even boys like us could find pretty faces to kiss.
All the while, completely oblivious to us, our friend Farguat pecked away at his key board capturing hearts and stiffing penises. Now what made Farguat decided that he couldn’t go on any longer with the charade is unknown to me. Guilt, I reckon, but soon he came to the grim decision that Raquel had to be done in, she had to disappear, she had to be killed. My friend, lets call him ‘Numchuck Ralph’, receives an email from a woman claiming to be Raquel’s mother saying that Raquel had died in a tragic drunk driving accident. Everyone was devastated , even me and I had never even chatted with the bitch. After mourning for a day of so, Numchuck Ralph acted on his lingering suspicion, and decided to investigate the death. Numchuck Ralph is as comfortable on a computer as a pig is in shit, he knows just about everything there is to know about just about everything. He follows the IP address on the email to an account on a gay dating website, and who do we see on said butt pirate hook up site, our friend Farguat.
Now legend has it my friends confronted Farguat about it, and through negotiations, independent theory and probably an ass whooping, all is settled.

But my thing is, If Farguat could shape shift, He would of Fucked his friends.
And changing morphing into a girl to fuck your friends isn’t cool