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mustynutz

mustynutz

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Sometimes after sex one has to face the consequences. Sometimes the baby is not wanted and must be disposed of. This is an outrage, Why? Because there are and will be fast food fish places to run and lawns and fences to be painted and cut in the future. If these fetuses are aborted, immigrants will have to be imported, and in the future who knows what kinda crazy hijinks immigrints will be up to.

Plus, over time, the drugs used while the fetus was developing may possibly evolve into superhuman abilities. Imagine one man being able to mow your lawn, paint your fence, wash your car, rebrick your house, cook taco dinners, and steal your stereo without having to take a bathroom break or sweating and asking you "May I 'ave a "epsi" ever again.

If the drug doin' sex havin minorities don't want thier chitlins, they can sell them to Specialized Immigrant Child Kinetic Stations (SPICKS), fancy govermental agencies who will remove the fetus from the womb, make sure it grows up healthy and strong, train it for it's purpose, and then sell it to immigrant worker businesses. A possible name for one of these agencies is Workers Operational Public Sales (WOPS).

THIS IS NOT SLAVERY... It's second hand human recycling. Everyone benefits: the druggy mom gets the bastard accident out of her belly, the pops don't have to rob gas stations to help raise the accident, the accident has a better chance of being raised healthy and gets to learn skills that will earn him a living. These kids will be paid when they are a ripe for working, and will be able to have a family if so they choose. Agencies can be set up to help these people better integrate into society, Civil Reconstructive Accident Child Kinetic Embodyment Reasearch (CRACKER).

Is it better to have a dead fetus, or a freshly painted fence?

The future is yours
 
mustynutz

mustynutz

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#22
Jun 27, 2002
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#22
"You fuck my girl, Toadboy?"

"No man, I mean she's hot and all, but I respect you Champ."

Toadboy was always saying that. He said it so many times that The Champ was starting to believe him. Who could keep an act like that going on for such a long time? As long as The Champ had known Toadboy, he said that. Toadboy stared at the ground hoping that The Champ would stop staring at him. After a few more seconds of giving Toadboy a hard look, The Champ turned his attention to Weasel.

After staring at the stars for a bit, Weasel, sat up and saw the short interrogation. As The Champ looked at him, he knew what he was going to be asked. A panic came over Weasel. He was fucking Barbie and he knew he would be caught right then and there. The Champ was going to kill him and he could think of nothing else.

As Weasel got up to leave, The Champ cracked him full force in the chest breaking a rib. His legs gave out as he fell back and his arms weren't able to ease the fall. Weasel hit the ground full force and the impact fueled his panic. He didn't even notice the blood he had coughed up that was running down the side of his face.

Unable to get up, Weasel received the full brunt of The Champ's jealous rage with an endless barrage of blows. Weasel's head was knocked back and forth as The Champ swung furiously at his face. The force tore open Weasel's face and broke The Champ's knuckles. It looked as if it would never end but then Toadboy jumped in. With all the coordination he could muster, Toadboy was able to knock The Champ off of Weasel. While he had achieved knocking The Champ off, Toadboy lost his grip of him and fell over The Champ. His face dragged against the ground. Pavement was thrown into his mouth and part of his lip got caught into the crack it had been dragged over. It ripped open and the blood poured down his chin as he started to get up.

He soon found himself the new outlet of The Champ's anger. The Champ grabbed Toadboy by his hair and pushed his face into the ground. With teeth falling out of his mouth, Toadboy helplessly took his turn at being beaten.

The Champ was lost in a rage when he found himself choking on his own breath. He began to cough up blood uncontrollably. He felt something pierce his back and he started to choke on his own breath. Weasel frantically pulled the Swede out of The Champ and raised it high above his head. The Champ was not going to kill them. The Swede would insure that. The Champ quickly turned around and looked at Weasel.

"You motherfu...."

The Swede lay firmly planted into the top of the Champs head. His eyes opened wide as he left consciousness. Weasel stared right back into them. Then, he let go and let Toadboy found a limp body on top of him. He quickly squirmed out from under it, got up, and turned around to see what had happened. After looking at The Champ for a minute, the two looked at each other and bolted off into the woods leaving The Champ and the Swede behind.










im done for now
 
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