poopie groupie

I follow the black veil brides around the country. I go to all their shows and public events. I'm no groupie though. However you could say I'm a poopie. I must visit every bathroom Andy goes into in the hope that he has left me my next meal. I carry a plunger at all times to reclaim his brown gold. His creamy dreams are the sustenance of my life. When I lay in bed at night I dream of wrapping my lips around his balloon knot as he squeezes a steaming throat clogger down my log pipe. Andy as truely clogged my heart and mind