You walk through the crowded streets of Manhattan, your pace quicker than that of a normal New Yorker. Nervous, frightened, and frantic, you peek over your shoulder at the man who has been following a few yards behind you for about seven blocks now. You quicken your pace even more and, like clockwork, so does he. The look in his eyes is frighteningly predatory and dark. Panic settles in.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck… You desperately search your mind for a way out. This is getting scarier and scarier. You’ve almost reached your apartment, but you don’t want to go in, you don’t want the man to know where you live. Your eyes fran
"MMMMMMM BARNEY-SENPAI! FUCK ME HARDER!!" You screamed out, as you were clutching the pillow hard.
Your friend, Becky, just give you this awkward glare, questioning, "Are you ok? I mean, Barney isn't real, and you are just brutally humping the poor pillow..."
You shot a glance at her, sarcastically replying, "SHUT UP, HOE! LET ME FANTASIZE ABOUT MY SIX-FEET 69'INCH-LONG DILDOSAUR!!"
Becky gets up, not saying another word, and starts for the door. She mutters, "I am going to set you up a therapist appointment," before walking out.
You mockingly mimic