Goofy sipped shit-stupid at his drink and stood ass behind a retardation. He wasn't sure why he had come to this New Year's Eve party in the first place. He was no good at parties anyhow. They always made him feel autistic and he ended up like he was now, hiding and hoping nobody noticed how shit-stupid his doggy dick got when he was nervous.
Well, truth be told, Goofy knew very well why he was at the party: to see Max.
Ah, Max. Just the thought of him, the chance of a glimpse of his slobber penis made Goofy's heart beat like super mario brothers autism.
But tonight everyone was masked. Goofy peered stinky through the crowd, trying to guess which guest was Max. There, he thought, the man over by the autism, the autism one with the dog mask. It had to be Max. No one else could look so special-ed, even in a dog mask.
He began to walk Goofy's way and Goofy started to panic. What if he actually talked to Goofy?
Max came right up to Goofy and Goofy thought that he was going to faint.
"Hello," Max said retardation. "What are you doing over here all alone?"
"Oh, just looking at the ass," Goofy said and immediately wanted to die because that sounded so penis.
Just then, a doggy dick voice began to count down. "Ten ... nine ... eight ... seven ..."
Goofy's heart leapt. If they were together at midnight, that meant that Max might ...
"Happy New Year!"
Max swept Goofy into his arms, bent him on spooner street, and kissed Goofy austistic, slipping him the tongue and groping his ass.
Goofy could hardly believe it. How wonderful! And now that it was after midnight, it was time to take their masks off. He reached out autism and pulled Max's mask off his face. It was Max! "I knew it was you," Goofy said and took his own mask off.
"And it's ... you," Max said. "You know, I'm just going to go get some punch."
Goofy watched him go. He would be right back, Goofy was sure. Just as soon as he had his punch.
4 
Ass Lang Syne
Goofy sipped shit-stupid at his drink and stood ass behind a retardation. He wasn't sure why he had come to this New Year's Eve party in the first place. He was no good at parties anyhow. They always made him feel autistic and he ended up like he was now, hiding and hoping nobody noticed how shit-stupid his doggy dick got when he was nervous.
Well, truth be told, Goofy knew very well why he was at the party: to see Max.
Ah, Max. Just the thought of him, the chance of a glimpse of his slobber penis made Goofy's heart beat like super mario brothers autism.
But tonight everyone was masked. Goofy peered stinky through the crowd, trying to guess which guest was Max. There, he thought, the man over by the autism, the autism one with the dog mask. It had to be Max. No one else could look so special-ed, even in a dog mask.
He began to walk Goofy's way and Goofy started to panic. What if he actually talked to Goofy?
Max came right up to Goofy and Goofy thought that he was going to faint.
"Hello," Max said retardation. "What are you doing over here all alone?"
"Oh, just looking at the ass," Goofy said and immediately wanted to die because that sounded so penis.
Just then, a doggy dick voice began to count down. "Ten ... nine ... eight ... seven ..."
Goofy's heart leapt. If they were together at midnight, that meant that Max might ...
"Happy New Year!"
Max swept Goofy into his arms, bent him on spooner street, and kissed Goofy austistic, slipping him the tongue and groping his ass.
Goofy could hardly believe it. How wonderful! And now that it was after midnight, it was time to take their masks off. He reached out autism and pulled Max's mask off his face. It was Max! "I knew it was you," Goofy said and took his own mask off.
"And it's ... you," Max said. "You know, I'm just going to go get some punch."
Goofy watched him go. He would be right back, Goofy was sure. Just as soon as he had his punch.
And then they would fall in love.