F.K.K
A club full of people who think they’re cool because they blow on brass. You get a silly name and have to do weird stuff with gerbils. It’s like a school but way dumber.
My name in the F. K. K. is ‘CumFace’ and I hate it.
I got named ‘BastardFace’ because I failed the gerbil test.
My brother joined the F. K. K. and now he talks to gerbils.