Not Racist
I'm an overweight Samoan. I'm on the bus with a friend. I start to complain loudly about labor pains despite my inability to give birth and I am kicked off of the bus for it.
I am stranded in an isolated Midwest town. I refer to it as "Buttfuck, Nowhere" for the time being. I enter a convenience store and realize. I go outside to use an ATM, but two guys who look like extraterrestrial versions of Martin Luther King, Jr. are standing behind me watching me to get my PIN. I brandish my knife and quickly slash one of their wrists and disembowel the other. I watch as the man tries to stuff his intestines back into his gaping abdomen.
I get into a sniper battle with the local police.
I wake up on the bus, but this time I'm me. Everything happens the same except my friend joins me this time around. She doesn't appreciate me calling the town "Buttfuck, Nowhere" like I thought she would.
I am stranded in an isolated Midwest town. I refer to it as "Buttfuck, Nowhere" for the time being. I enter a convenience store and realize. I go outside to use an ATM, but two guys who look like extraterrestrial versions of Martin Luther King, Jr. are standing behind me watching me to get my PIN. I brandish my knife and quickly slash one of their wrists and disembowel the other. I watch as the man tries to stuff his intestines back into his gaping abdomen.
I get into a sniper battle with the local police.
I wake up on the bus, but this time I'm me. Everything happens the same except my friend joins me this time around. She doesn't appreciate me calling the town "Buttfuck, Nowhere" like I thought she would.