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Some might say that children need boundaries. That, without proper supervision, children become listless, melancholy and tiny slaves to their most base and hedonistic instincts. Without direction, their minds are unable to grow, unable to mature, and they eventually become severe detriments to society.
Eric Cartman thinks that people who say that can suck his asshole...
There was a place near the beach that had onion rings. Onion rings. It was so flippin' sweet, and the scrawny little queer behind the bar had let him eat three whole plates that morning before he'd kicked Eric out. He was still hungry, hopped up on cola and the cup of coffee he swiped from the kitchen that morning, and he hadn't really slept in a decent bed for days. Shirtless, he's torn a strip from his Snacky Bear t-shirt and tied it in a makeshift bandanna around his head, smearing dirt and lipstick he'd stolen from some dumb bitch two days ago across his face in a sloppy imitation of warpaint.
Maybe he'd gone native, but he sure as shit was no goddamn hippie. He was a Wild Child, abandoned by his mother to be raised by wolves, and he's tear the balls off of anyone who tried to take away his newfound freedom.
Freedom or not, the island was still totally boring sometimes, so that's how he'd ended up with a pillowcase full of toilet paper rolls, waddling down the paths and boardwalks and waiting for the coast to be clear before he unleashed his blitz attack of teepee fury on unsuspecting huts.
He didn't know where anyone actually lived, so these were totally random acts of toilet paper terrorism. Totally the best idea he'd had in weeks, and standing on the ground, watching a roll arc through the air and hook over a low tree branch, Eric Cartman cackled happily, his dirty, painted face twisted up in pure, diabolical joy.
[[Find him teepeeing huts in any of the island's populated areas. He's caffeinated, sleep-deprived, and really misses his mommy, but you should never expect him to be nice, anyway. More details can be found here. Kara has already offered to have RayK drag him away, but anyone else is welcome to tag, whether you want him to be defacing your hut, or you want to join him in the fun. ST/LT more than welcome.]]
Eric Cartman thinks that people who say that can suck his asshole...
There was a place near the beach that had onion rings. Onion rings. It was so flippin' sweet, and the scrawny little queer behind the bar had let him eat three whole plates that morning before he'd kicked Eric out. He was still hungry, hopped up on cola and the cup of coffee he swiped from the kitchen that morning, and he hadn't really slept in a decent bed for days. Shirtless, he's torn a strip from his Snacky Bear t-shirt and tied it in a makeshift bandanna around his head, smearing dirt and lipstick he'd stolen from some dumb bitch two days ago across his face in a sloppy imitation of warpaint.
Maybe he'd gone native, but he sure as shit was no goddamn hippie. He was a Wild Child, abandoned by his mother to be raised by wolves, and he's tear the balls off of anyone who tried to take away his newfound freedom.
Freedom or not, the island was still totally boring sometimes, so that's how he'd ended up with a pillowcase full of toilet paper rolls, waddling down the paths and boardwalks and waiting for the coast to be clear before he unleashed his blitz attack of teepee fury on unsuspecting huts.
He didn't know where anyone actually lived, so these were totally random acts of toilet paper terrorism. Totally the best idea he'd had in weeks, and standing on the ground, watching a roll arc through the air and hook over a low tree branch, Eric Cartman cackled happily, his dirty, painted face twisted up in pure, diabolical joy.
[[Find him teepeeing huts in any of the island's populated areas. He's caffeinated, sleep-deprived, and really misses his mommy, but you should never expect him to be nice, anyway. More details can be found here. Kara has already offered to have RayK drag him away, but anyone else is welcome to tag, whether you want him to be defacing your hut, or you want to join him in the fun. ST/LT more than welcome.]]