Same park that the park ranger rolled up on me in:
*ahem* Quick reset
About a year ago I tried to bang a blow-up doll but it was so damn cheap that I couldn't hardly even fit my crank in any of the holes, and it ended up injuring my johnson. So I took the bitch out to the woods near some business park and hacked it to death with a fukking ax and then beat off all over her for closure. I buried her dead body in the woods and nobody ever questioned me, no cops came by, and YOU FUCKERS DIDN'T HEAR NOTHING!
So last night I put on my home-made 9-1-siccness wife-beater (rack Crayola markers) and grabbed a flask of Hen' and drove to the place that I buried that rubber whore.
I crept out into the woods and was emotionally worn when I saw her tomb (there's a big ass rock next to a certain tree) and I stepped back and remembered how fuckin tight her cooter was and how much dough the fake ho set me back at Goldie's.
Speaking of Goldie's, fuckin A, I even told 'em I new Sweet916 and the sumahmuhbitches still wouldn't give me a disscount so UNWar them.
Then I thought about the suffering she went through that night when I hacked her to death; much like Orenthal must wince when I thinks back to Nicole screaming for her life when he ripped through her throat and chest.
I trembled and took a shot of Hen' and stood back, staring at that bitch's shallow grave. I shivered and looked down at it the way Patrick Swayze looks at that dude in "Ghost" when the demons are dragging his soul into hell. "You asked for it...." I mumbled as I shook my head with disgust and took another shot of fuckin Hen'.
Then I looked around the woods for a second and started to drop trou' and said, "I'm going to do this again," and jerked off on her tomb once more for the siccness.
It was fucking noble to do that and get closure AGAIN. Blow me if you think it's whack.
D-Money ya'll
*ahem* Quick reset
About a year ago I tried to bang a blow-up doll but it was so damn cheap that I couldn't hardly even fit my crank in any of the holes, and it ended up injuring my johnson. So I took the bitch out to the woods near some business park and hacked it to death with a fukking ax and then beat off all over her for closure. I buried her dead body in the woods and nobody ever questioned me, no cops came by, and YOU FUCKERS DIDN'T HEAR NOTHING!
So last night I put on my home-made 9-1-siccness wife-beater (rack Crayola markers) and grabbed a flask of Hen' and drove to the place that I buried that rubber whore.
I crept out into the woods and was emotionally worn when I saw her tomb (there's a big ass rock next to a certain tree) and I stepped back and remembered how fuckin tight her cooter was and how much dough the fake ho set me back at Goldie's.
Speaking of Goldie's, fuckin A, I even told 'em I new Sweet916 and the sumahmuhbitches still wouldn't give me a disscount so UNWar them.
Then I thought about the suffering she went through that night when I hacked her to death; much like Orenthal must wince when I thinks back to Nicole screaming for her life when he ripped through her throat and chest.
I trembled and took a shot of Hen' and stood back, staring at that bitch's shallow grave. I shivered and looked down at it the way Patrick Swayze looks at that dude in "Ghost" when the demons are dragging his soul into hell. "You asked for it...." I mumbled as I shook my head with disgust and took another shot of fuckin Hen'.
Then I looked around the woods for a second and started to drop trou' and said, "I'm going to do this again," and jerked off on her tomb once more for the siccness.
It was fucking noble to do that and get closure AGAIN. Blow me if you think it's whack.
D-Money ya'll
