South Park Underpants Gnomes Song Novels & Stories

“Aww. Are you afraid my dick is bigger than yours?” “You wish. This is 8 inches, baby,” I tap the front of my jeans. He looks surprised. “Bullshit.” “Aww, don't be butt hurt that your wee-wee is for children.” “Fuck off.” I chuckle as I walk out the door. “This is Chris. He likes the girl; he's got a nice face with a little wee-wee,” I sing as he follows me. He laughs. “I'm glad you aren't into music; that shit would've flopped so bad.”

'I see the magazine working that Photoshop We know that shit ain't real Someone now make it stop If you got booby and booty just raise 'em up 'Cause every inch of you is perfect From the bottom to the top…' 'Cause my momma she told me don't worry about the size Not all boys like a little more booty to hold at night…' She sang while I backed her up by singing ‘booty booby’. It wasn't the original song, but it was fun. We sang different songs to ease our short trek to school, it was nice. We sang all the way to school, waving at those who cared to wave first.