Cock. That was all Chelsea could think about as she entered the room. All of her friends were there - Eddie was banging on about some hilarious all-day-carry-out related incident; Dave was listening along intently - agreeing with it all; Rob was in a world of his own writing a story about jovial animals who are actually Nazis/Jews; James was away at rugby and had been for the past three months; Francesca was staring longingly at Dave and Stefania was staring longingly at Francesca.
Anywho, Chelsea went over to Eddie and said in her naive and whiny Northern accent "Can I speak to you outside please?" Eddie taken aback by the suddenness of it all replied in his easy-to-misunderstand Northern Irish accent, "Aarh-snaa-marr-na-karr!!!"* So they made their excuses and left.
So, Chelsea walked him to her room and started getting off with a rather lucky but confused Eddie. She soon made her way south and felt the bulge of Eddie's throbbing manhood.
"Oooooh," Chelsea whined suggestively, "I wonder what's down here." So she furiously pulled down his jeans, and what should appear but a Venus fly trap which violently lunged for Chelsea's head and bit it off. Eddie, horrified that he had killed Chelsea, walked back to Robs room with the words "NEVER TRUST BADGERS" playing through his head...
to be continued...
* - YES
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