WonderWino
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- Dec 17, 2019
The server will tell him "the Poonanner is not in the cards for you".
Indeed, thats what they'll tell lucas
.....and then 2 tables over the 20 year old flatbill and his greybeard father will be having lunch together, they'll both order the poonanner. The waitress will smile and call out to the kitchen to send some out, whereupon the owners 2 18 year old daughters will come out of the kitchen, sit their assses up on the table in front of the two other diners and spread their legs
....all while lucas watches in utter seething rage, with all the if looks could kill glaring he can muster. Lucas, unable to handle the greybeard and flatbill getting what he so rightly deserves, picks up his pepsi filled glass and hurls it across the room, shattering it against the wall. He then stands up and waddles in indignation out of the restaurant
Upon exiting the building, he spots a telephone pole a few feet away, clearly visible from the restaurant entrance. 'This is my chance for revenge! I can really stick it to those agephobic greybeards and flatbills this time!' he thinks to himself, as he reaches in his pocket and pulls out a tattered piece of paper and duct tape. The paper is a copy of his incel manifesto he has been posting throughout spokane to find the child bride of his dreams. His task complete, the wern waddles off into the nearest alley and into the night, his incoherent ranting about agephobes and socialism echoing through the alleys of spokane.
Thus the legend of the wern was born. Local hobos drinking swish and swapping stories around a burning barrel in their shanty towns recount stories they've heard about how on cold winter nights in spokane, you can hear the voice of the wern echoing through the alleys of the city, a mourning crying out for his lost tween breeding mare. They recall how those with younger hobo girlfriends of their own can sometimes hear the werns voice getting ever closer as he repeats his mantra 'who has my juicy woooommmbbb.....? give her to me you agephobic bigot.....i'll give you cheap booze if only you introduce meeeee........' sometimes accompanied by a strange and horrific smell and the eerie feeling of being watched from the alley or dense woods just outside the light of their barrel fires. None can say for certain what it is and no hobo, especially the 16 year old runaways are brave enough to investigate