An ode to my dear friend Skittletits.

You are short like me,
and you're terrible as can be.
You love making people sad,
And your purple prose is really bad.
You love to torment everyone,
But you know that we both find that fun.
I'm more autistic when I'm with you,
Than in anything else I ever do.
It's all so wrong, but I don't want to be right.
...I vote that we get drunk tonight.

Anyway, story is up, as is muh dick. For once, I'm not even sorry.

-Pencil