It was a dark and stormy night,
thousand buttoned blouse. Her Onii-chan waited patiently
-very- patiently, as she'd repeatedly fumble her
unbuttoning. Finally, Onii-chan could wait no longer,
and stormed off out of the room
In search of a new sister, one who
could get down to business more promptly.
"Hey Tyrone, where exactly are we going?"
"I already fuckin' told you, Jamal, we're
about five klicks from reaching the current
" Replied Tyrone, as they both sped down
the canals of Venice in their speedboat.
Had these canals been a bit wider
the pair might not have crashed into
the hostel which required you to pay
for each bee you were stung by
, and let me tell you these bees
sure do hate black people. "Ow! Shit!
These fuckin' bees are stinging my ass!"
lamented Jamal, as he signed his check.
"Aww hell naw, i'm enterin' anaphylactic shock!
" "anal phallic shock? Nigga, that's real gay"
quipped Tyrone, using witty banter to help
ease the tension brought on by Jamal's
Overly dramatic and unnecessary bid for attention
"Oh lord I think I'm dying, help."
One of the narrators asked how we
got from lolis to ghetto black people
"There's a difference between the two?" remarked
Tyrone, the ghetto black loli. She then
proceeded to rob a candy store, meanwhile
a
person who somehow smoked weed every day
read through this very story and remarked
"But I haven't ever smoked weed before!"
while continuing to chuff a fat blunt
CEO. Do what thou wilt shall be
the whole of the Law. Love is
possessiveness. All things are nothing to me.
when that thing you've been waiting for
is drowning in kindness for money and
Pastor Phelps, "Imma let you finish but
vampires have come to take the castle
and only you, son of Belmont, can
DRIVE OUT ALL THESE MOTHER FUCKING BEES
OUT OF THIS MOTHER FUCKING PLANE, AND
--"
"Hold up, we're VAMPIRES now?" interjected Jamal.
Jamal just couldn't believe it, wasn't he
too confusing. Tyrone dissolved into bats, laughing
"Should we just end the story here?"
"NO! We must go on," Jamal cried!!!
"Then prove yourself, nigga!" bellowed bat-Tyrone
Jamal tipped his bandana and yelled out
"Nah fuck this" and began walking away
as the ending credits began scrolling down
A voice is heard making a phonecall
"yes, everything has gone as planned, sir
No, no one suspected a thing, sir
Nobody knows that you were the third one,
Mr. President" the phone clicks, the end?
Or the bad end, had it been
not for Jamal punching bat-tyrone hard.
He had never thought of that box
before now, what could be inside it?
His hands rest on the box, relaxing
wondering how could he open it without
simply inserting one of his hands inside
:
a) Loli pussy.
b) Your mom.
c) The fucking box.
d) His ass.
"Nigga, that ain't seven words" said Jamal
We have got to stop doing this
originating oranges on gazing on looking traffic
thought Jamal while Tyrone still continued walking.
Stop taking me out to eat in
-digestible nonsense. I can't eat sawdust!" protested
Ibuki Suika's urine. Ibuki Suika's urine. Ibuki
Suika's urine. Ibuki Suika's urine. Ibuki Suika's
urine. Ibuki Suika's urine. Ibuki Suika's urine.
Ibuki Suika's urine. Ibuki Suika's urine. Ibuki
Suika's urine probably tastes like sake, and
like a steak. So, one day I
broke mirrors with my face in the
stupidest way imaginable. And that's how I
realized there's no smart way to break
my face. Everybody pointed and laughed. I
felt myself go red, or maybe bleed.
In a distant land, it began raining.
And in that rain, someone got wet.
And that somebody was none other than
Benedictson Benski, retard extraordinaire. He grabbed his umbrella
and therewith stabbed himself in the eye.
Or tried to, as his eye was
versed in the art of karate and
deserved to be stabbed. However, the umbrella
just lost the game. Suddenly, Mr. Krabs
watches Benedictson Benski fail to stab his eye.
It causes an emotion to arise in
his krabby heart, but he is unsure