Cheesy Poofs Cartman Novels & Stories

I catch Lynn giving him a look when Kehlani hands me a bun. “He means well, he’s just dumb,” Kehlani laughs. Karter places his hand over his heart, “I’m offended,” he gasps. “How about you look at me while you eat it Karter,” Jayce raises his dark blond eyebrow as her challenges Karter. A devilish smirk ticks on Karter’s lips as he turns towards Jayce. No way he’ll do that. He holds his finger up, “just need some ketchup,” he says as he spurts some ketchup onto his hotdog.

As they pass by the snack section, Carter grabs a bag of chips and tosses it into their cart. She stares at it and back at Carter, “I didn’t know you eat junk foods.” “You never asked me before.” “Well, you have a nice body and—” she stops herself just in time to see a wide grin on his face. “Please continue,” he urges. “I have a very nice body and?” “I didn’t say ‘very’,” she points out and clicks her tongue. “And I thought that you couldn’t be more selfish and self-absorbed than you currently are.”

Carter says coming up behing me and kissing my cheek. " Thanks bro. Where's your little chippy?" I asked. " Back at our pack. We're still getting settled in and she thinks that you hate her." Carter says. And I started laughing. " That's because I do. She's a stuck up snob." I say. " Please don't say that to her?" He asked. " I haven't yet, have I?" I asked. " I guess not. But that doesn't mean you won't." He says.

“Just you wait, kapre. Once I shed the pounds, you’ll be the first to see my chiseled body.” “Gross, bro,” Jeff quipped, popping open the box. The first thing that greeted them was the glorious sight of bubbling, molten cheese. The pizza joint was right across the street—fresh out of the oven. Deewee opened his mouth for another jab, but Phillian clapped a hand on his shoulder. “He’s just messing with you. Use it as motivation. And yeah—when the day comes that you’ve slimmed down, Jeff gets the grand reveal first.”

Some time later, they started eating quietly, so I turned to Carter, Levi, and Cromwel, "What do you guys want? I have Onion Rings, Pretzels, Truffles, Cookies, Mallows and some Carrots." "Carrots?" Levi rose a brow. "Yes. I love carrots," I replied with a zip lock on my hand. His eyes widened, "Well, that explains your little cute face," We both chuckled, but a little growl escaped from Hunter's chest. Levi gulped,"Onion rings please." I tossed one for him, while smiling and feeling proud. Sometimes he's childish, but most of the time we spend together, I could say he's just honest. "Cookies for me, please," Cromwel said.

“Sit before you faint.” “I told you before: I never faint,” she grumbled. She sighed as she sat down. “And I’m not going to puke.” Carter leaned on the large kitchen island, his forearms bulging. He bit into a bear claw with gusto. Lucy waited for him to ask more questions, but he munched on his pastry as if he didn’t have a care in the world. She began to pick apart her cheese Danish until it was a pile of flaky crumbs. “Do you think I’m easy?” she blurted.

Carter grinned like a child, as he placed on his bib, then his gloves and opened his boil bag, releasing steam embellished with the warm aroma of cooked spices and seafood delicacies. Following the steam with her eyes, Stephie's stomach growled louder than a whale searching for a mate. Embarrassed, Stephie practically folded into her chair. Carter pretended not to hear the noise and instead saw to digging out a crab leg and cracking it with the provided red plastic cracker. The old man carelessly fed himself crab meat, before taking a bite out of a potato. "Think you're healthy enough for all that cholesterol old man?" Stephie wondered before stopping herself.

He asked naming all the junk foods "I'm not hun-" "In and out it is" He cut me and turned his car to in n out. I looked at him disbelief "Why bother asking?" I hissed and he turned to me smiling "Because it's fun" He said and got out of the car. I put my bag inside his car and got out too. We walked side by side in n out. We both looked at the menu "Animal fries 1" I said and he turned to me "Only that?" He asked and I nodded

“Here’s your root beer float, hon.” “Thanks.” “Extra whipped cream, just like you asked.” Carter smirked at Macie. “You know how much I like sweet, thick cream.” Heat flashed between her legs. Bad, bad hormones. No. Bad, bad man. “This is pure artistry, Miz Velma. Mmm. Mmm.” “You would know.” Velma cocked her head at Macie. “Carter here is an artist.” “So he says.” The spoon stopped halfway to Carter’s mouth. His blue eyes went as cold as the ice cream in his float. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

My cart creaked with every wheel rotation as I loaded it with more basic essentials—eggs, milk, bread, whatever frozen shit I could heat up in five minutes or less. I was halfway to the exit, a bag of chips hanging lazily from the edge of the cart, when I realized I forgot one damn thing—coffee. The good kind, not the instant powder crap I’d been forcing down lately. I muttered a curse under my breath, spun the cart around like I was drifting it through some kind of suburban Fast & Furious scene, and stomped my way toward aisle seven. That’s when I saw her.