I carry an old Bart Simpson doll everywhere with me in my backpack, it is crusted over with semen after years of masturbating to it. It is the sole possession I have left of my girlfriend, she bought it for me knowing what a fan I am of the show. She left after she saw the cartoon child porn of my computer, throwing up after seeing Bart fucked by my own father. Called me a monster, and I know she is right. When I am scared and I am sure nobody is looking I start to sniff and suck the doll sometimes in public. The smell and taste, while bitter, are very comforting. It reminds me of that awful slut. It is her fault, she bought me the fucking doll, what did she expect would happen?! If I ever see her again... I swear... I get hard thinking of killing her, slitting her throat like a fish, saving Bart from her, and then running away with him, from his awful parents Homer and Marge. I'd be his new father. I can't let people know about the doll because it is a public safety hazard, nobody can know it has been in the kitchen of Panera Bread.
