hopping on the bandwagon
Post anything that you want, and post it anonymously.
Anything.
A story, a secret, a confession, a fear, a love -- anything.
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Post twice if you'd like.
Then, put this in your LJ to see what your friends (and perhaps others who you don't even realize read your LJ) have to say.
Anything.
A story, a secret, a confession, a fear, a love -- anything.
Be sure to post honestly.
Post twice if you'd like.
Then, put this in your LJ to see what your friends (and perhaps others who you don't even realize read your LJ) have to say.
We didn't bother getting dressed before heading over to old Mr. Spicy's grocery station. I remember you tried to eat a pack of ding dongs while ducking behind a cardboard cutout of hulk hogan. The chocolate smeared around your mouth told Mr. Spicy no lies as he had just recieved a new glass eye. He tried to stop you but his hand slipped off your greasy skin and I bashed him in the back of the head with a broom. The shattering of old man Spicy's glass eye echoed in my ears for what seemed like eternity as we ran down the street.
It was at the lake behind the tire factory where I finally stopped running. I sat down and dipped my toes in the brown water while I waited 10 minutes for you to catch up. A few sharp blades of grass managed to tickle a fart out of my exposed butthole shortly before I could make out your gasping for air in the distance. Watching the fish nibble at my toes, I could slowly make out your reflection peering over my shoulder, blocking out every bit of sunlight. There was something in your hand. It was a picnic basket. Ham sandwiches. I could see some crumbs in the corner of your mouth from when you probably collapsed in hunger just minutes prior.
You passed out in the shade of the tire factory for a few minutes. I don't know why I did it, Kenny. I looked into the picnic basket and saw 5 sandwiches, one for me and 4 for you. I removed the bread from one of your sandwiches and held it 6 inches under my butthole while I took a creamy soft serve on it. I wiped my ass thorougly with your favorite handkerchief. My penis hardened and softened with the strain of my asshole muscles. You woke up in a hungry rage and ate all 5 sandwichesin a matter of seconds. It was easy to tell when you got to my special sandwich because I saw some of my shit squeeze out of the side and land on an innocent bumble bee. It was then I realized that what I had done was wrong. As I watched that bee struggle for survival, my shit pinning him down to the soil, it came to me. You are a big bumble bee, Kenny. I held you down with my shit for so many years. I tried to hide the fact that my eyes were welling up with tears. The sudden halt of your cow-like chewing startled me. I looked up and saw you smiling at me, except the normal radiant glow of your front tooth was covered by my shit. Your usually delightfully pink lips soiled brown. I couldn't handle it anymore, so that's why I ran. As I felt your hot, shitty breath on my legs as I ran by and I began to cry uncontrollably. I never looked back Kenny. I had to let you go. I hope you can understand.
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