Rape and Pillage
September 12, 2004
I awoke at the ungodly hour of 12:30pm this morning. I had neglected to remove the covers from myself before passing out the night before so it took me a second to realize I wasn't inside a whale's vagina. The sun was glaring at me, taunting me to do something about it's presence. I punched at it but only succeeded in making it stronger, so I settled for a fist shaking and made my way towards the shower. The water was so cold it could've made a walrus nipply. The freezing joy was halted once the knobs were turned and the heat hit me like a drunken redneck on thanksgiving. That fuck was still up in his sky, laughing at me. Stupid yellow bastard, I think i'll stab it one of these days. I proceeded into the kitchen presumably for something to eat, I hate presumptions. I saw cinnamon toast crunch in the cabinet and almost held a million man march inside my pants. My joy was crushed, plundered and raped repeatedly when I opened the fridge to some cheese, a couple pieces of bread and 2 roaches fucking in the corner. I saw no milk. My brain was too overwhelmed to react so I just watched the roaches for a couple minutes and closed the door. The whip was cracked and I proceeded to work. I was met with a welcoming comittee of sweaty fat people asking me where the ice cream was. I told them I didn't know and chalked up another point to my negative karma. The first half wasn't so bad, my retard-o-meter was fairly silent, but I was pretty juiced up from being so busy, I longed for the sweet release of a hookah, which I presumed would be on my lunchbreak. I hate presumptions. I hate karma too. Truck came about 2 hours before I got to leave with about 5 hours worth of work. Driver could've helped but he seemed to find it more interesting to explore his rectum with his thumbs. The work got bitchslapped in time to leave so I suppose it wasn't that bad. I managed to hookah before the night was out and went home satisfied and relaxed. Soon I will sleep only to repeat in the morning, at least i'm rid of the yellow cumstain for a few hours. However I feel there are large, angry, black men peeking at me through my window, I shall keep a close watch on my T.V tonight, lest it go floating away.
Penis in a blender,
Johnny
I awoke at the ungodly hour of 12:30pm this morning. I had neglected to remove the covers from myself before passing out the night before so it took me a second to realize I wasn't inside a whale's vagina. The sun was glaring at me, taunting me to do something about it's presence. I punched at it but only succeeded in making it stronger, so I settled for a fist shaking and made my way towards the shower. The water was so cold it could've made a walrus nipply. The freezing joy was halted once the knobs were turned and the heat hit me like a drunken redneck on thanksgiving. That fuck was still up in his sky, laughing at me. Stupid yellow bastard, I think i'll stab it one of these days. I proceeded into the kitchen presumably for something to eat, I hate presumptions. I saw cinnamon toast crunch in the cabinet and almost held a million man march inside my pants. My joy was crushed, plundered and raped repeatedly when I opened the fridge to some cheese, a couple pieces of bread and 2 roaches fucking in the corner. I saw no milk. My brain was too overwhelmed to react so I just watched the roaches for a couple minutes and closed the door. The whip was cracked and I proceeded to work. I was met with a welcoming comittee of sweaty fat people asking me where the ice cream was. I told them I didn't know and chalked up another point to my negative karma. The first half wasn't so bad, my retard-o-meter was fairly silent, but I was pretty juiced up from being so busy, I longed for the sweet release of a hookah, which I presumed would be on my lunchbreak. I hate presumptions. I hate karma too. Truck came about 2 hours before I got to leave with about 5 hours worth of work. Driver could've helped but he seemed to find it more interesting to explore his rectum with his thumbs. The work got bitchslapped in time to leave so I suppose it wasn't that bad. I managed to hookah before the night was out and went home satisfied and relaxed. Soon I will sleep only to repeat in the morning, at least i'm rid of the yellow cumstain for a few hours. However I feel there are large, angry, black men peeking at me through my window, I shall keep a close watch on my T.V tonight, lest it go floating away.
Penis in a blender,
Johnny