Shelley’s boyfriend
a cool guy who has no need, and is too s-xy for his sleeves
whoa check out sh-lley’s boyfriend, what happened to his sleeves?
the victim of a very tragic twist of fate in which g-d deems someone just too god d-mn s-xy for his/her (in this case “his”) own good, and thus gives him a tragic flaw. in sh-lly’s boyfriend’s example, this tragic flaw is the inability to wear sleeves, ever. as a result his arms are at a constant freezing temperature, and he has to hold onto his girlfriend sh-lly for warmth.
dude i feel so sorry for that guy, that’s a real sh-lly’s boyfriend if i’ve ever seen it. but boy, he sure is hot.
his name is frank and he loves getting b-med by everything
oooooo sh-lley u have such a small w-lly
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