Beanbag 01

[The vampire checks phone, checks Chang, huh, that checks out]

"How's my rep doing on your blog page lately, Sammy, hmm?"

[The wrecker of reps checks his phone, checks his Chang blog and um, he passes out???]

Well, the wrecker of all reps, breaker of wrist bands, poster of fresh booty, last of his kind, gained 98 new followers and became tagged as a pimp hero!

And a word to the wise, for all future reapers of rep death, don't pass out with your phone or laptop open!

Also, tee he, I gained about 1,456 new followers.

[Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap]

"Tens of followers, plus, plus, plus, don't trash my rep because I swear, I had Beanbag in my bedroom while near naked because Beanbag is actually a sold 7.2 near naked and I had beanbag spelled by threat of rep ruining into letting me leave two purple circle hickeys on Beanbag's booty cheeks, but I messed up and jumped the gun the other way (waah, waah, waah) and now I need to do laundry."

Well, I have a dream about that, so. Um, not the needing to do laundry part, just the two purple circles.

And then I fixed up my vampire makeup, left the house of nonrepairable reps and headed down to the Strip for the rest of that Friday night. All with none being the wiser of anything.

[Huh, it felt like all eyes from the Strip were focused on the vampire as the vampire strutted up the Strip]

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the little vampire who could save his transitional rep! Sup, Beanbag? Stop by my Chang page sometime and tag your booty photo as authentic then, okay, Countess Beanie Weenie?"

End Beanbag 01