The Smut Special

Paris Hilton rubbed Harry’s rubber-like wang while Hollywood cried wildly into the concrete floor of the sex dungeon (#baegoals).
“Give me the gun!” Liam yelled insensitively at Hollywood.
“It’sa Mexican stand-off!!!!!” Zayne screamed and slapped Nail.
“DEATH TO YOU A
“WELL I BET YOU DIDN’T EXPECT ME TO HAVE A SMOKE BOMB DID’YA?!” And so Paris Hilton threw the smoke bomb down onto the floor of the sex dungeon which had no windows and lacked any form of ventilation.
Before Tricia and Paris Hilton made their daring escape, Tricia whispered very loudly into the smoke screen, “We’re coming back for the rest of you yogurt-slinging suns of bitches!!!!!!”
“But what does that mean!!!!????” Louis screamed as he fell asleep (gases, y’know?).
“It’s…. a…. dick…. metaphor…. ya…. goof!” Zayne screamed into subconciousness.
When the 1D gang -Harry +Hollywood Hills woke up, Paris Hilton and Tricia the Hipster were gone. Nowhere to be seen. But they left a note.
“By the time you read this we’ll be at the Domina Prestige hotel in St. Petersberg in Russia. Good luck trying to find us assholes, hahahahahahahaha!!! Don’t disturb us tho, we on vacation after all the people we murdered :(“
“This is Die Hard 8 mothertruckers!!!!!” Hollywood cocked her rifle gun like a cock in between her legs.
“Just arrest them god fucking damnit it all” Liam yelled politely.

Notes

AURGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
FUCKIN WELCUM bitch