Hanky Poo South Park Novels & Stories

MISSY POV "I need coffee, I need clothes... Well, we need a ride," Larry mutters, and I roll my eyes at his pissiness. "I forgot I had the truck, okay. Geez," I mumble and Hank laughs. "Boyd, is that distracting, huh?" he says, and I blush red as the memories of last night fill my mind. "Shut up," I say, and Hank only laughs louder. Larry joins in after a few seconds and I know I am forgiven. Larry can't hold back from laughter for too long. He is just too happy a guy to hold a grudge.

“Considering you only met your man because I fell down the stairs and broke my leg, trying to model lingerie at your suggestion. Ending with me waking up from a drug induced coma from two of you boning in the bathroom; I’d thank my lucky stars your little sister didn’t catch the nympho perv gene you keep hoping will rub off on me!” I can’t tell if the disaster waiting to happen, should come with a name or a warning label. Puppy is two taps from out. Holding his stomach, beyond sound, he’s laughing so hard while Rourke is still trying to scrub the ‘oh sweetie’ off his face.

Cheeky. But not enough for me to reply him. So I leave it on seen, while unconsciously watch the same video a few times more. Until he sends a new one a minute later. "Bedtime, Paola! This is not funny." The video is showing cheeky Pao hiding behind the gigantic Hugo, shirtless and looking yummy. Damnit Elle, that's somebody's husband and daddy! "It's a bit funny, Papa. Aaa-ha-ha-ha!" I can't help but to laugh along hearing Pao making an evil laughing sound, Hugo too starts to laugh.

Hank froze, his face turning bright red. Across the room, we heard someone shout, “The fuck—my laptop! Why’d you spit water on it, idiot?!” The crew rushed to help as one of the men wiped down his computer. I couldn’t help but laugh. Sydney leaned forward, grinning. “See? Even they couldn’t handle your charm, Hank. Man’s drowning in it—literally.” Hank raised his hand. “Four glasses of water, please,” he told the waiter. When the glasses arrived, he slipped a small device into one of them.

They watched the couple from afar for their reactions. “Waaaaaaa!” Hoonie screamed. He was so shocked and then he stood up from the bench. He was really scared. He thought there were some bad spirits or ghosts around. Sheena looked at him and worried. She stood up and checked if he was okay. “Are you okay, Hoonie?” Sheena asked and worried about him. Hoonie was so pale. But he acted cool and pretended that he was not scared at all. He cleared his throat and looked away from Sheena. “Um, yeah, Sheena. I am okay.” Hoonie lied. ‘What was that? Why did these balloons suddenly pop out? I think this amusement park is haunted.’ Hoonie thought and assumed.

"Tae-Hoon you saved me from alcohol and now from that skunk. Thank you very muchhh, I will tell my mom how nice are you." Hani hugged him while giggling and thanking him as she was a grateful person. "Hmmm, you smell nice and not like him, he smelled like puke." Hani did a fake gag.

Harrison asked. “The great Alexander Lancaster is actually scared of something like this? So pathetic!” Hazel laughed playfully. She was so amused by this scenario. “Let me add more to his pain.” Harper pressed a button and it sent a meme to Alexander’s account. It was a picture of him and the surprised Pikachu face. Which described his situation perfectly. The kids laughed quietly, they were enjoying it. “He looks so stupid!” Henry exclaimed. “I bet he is fuming with anger right now. His face must be as red as an apple.” Hazel playfully added.

MY BOYS ARE WICKED SMAHT KNOX YOOOOO FREEZE ARE YOU SERIOUS COFFEE TO THE FACE SULLIVAN Dear God. Our starting goalie is trending online for assaulting a fan with a Dunkin. KNOX Perfect arc to the throw btw The Sox probably gonna nab you from the NHL SULLIVAN Please don't encourage him, Knox KNOX RIP Jax's Dunkin. Gone but not forgotten. DMITRI The real question, friends, is who is the woman in the video? I stop walking. My blood goes cold.

“Come on. Enough crying. Let’s see a Korean drama. Nothing heals faster than fictional love and hot guys in tailored suits.” I blinked at her. “Are you serious?” “Yes. Completely serious. You can’t cry and watch Business Proposal at the same time. It’s illegal.” Despite myself, a small laugh cracked through my misery. Piper pounced on it, tugging me up from the couch. “There it is! The Hannah I know.” “I don’t have the energy to laugh,” I muttered, but I let her drag me to the small kitchen anyway. She busied herself at the stove, clattering pans like a soldier preparing for war. “We need comfort food. Pancakes. Sweet, fluffy, golden pancakes.”

“Welcome to the club!” I furrow my brows. “I’m not married yet, pussy-whipped!” “I know, and that’s our club!” he guffaws. “What?” He laughs again, and I can’t help but join him. “Welcome to the pussy-whipped club, asshole!” I shake my head. “You’re insane!” “You too, brother!” “We better get out.” “What took the both of you so long?” Izzy asks. “Honey, Phoenix got constipation.” I grimace and I’m about to say something when Mom interrupts.