Chuck FuknSuk
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- Jun 1, 2024
Before i get started i want to say that Funkos are awesome and i even have my own vast collection. I have talked to other fathers in the neighborhood and have come to the conclusion that i have more Funkos than anyone else by a wide margin. My son has always admired me, especially since my wife and his mother was killed by a sickness she contracted from a bad gas station burrito. I am his hero and his inspiration, he often talks about how he wants to be just like me when he grows up and has even started his own Funko pop collection to be more like his impressive and amazing father. Its hard for me to put into words how proud i am of my boy and how much i love him, the only thing i can think of that I could possibly care about more is my wonderful Funko collection.
The other day my son came home from school and like any other day i asked him how it was. I was pretending to listen like i usually do until something he said caught my attention. He had mentioned how he was under the impression that former President Donald J Trump was an innocent man and if he is found guilty it will be proof that the justice system is truly corrupt. He went on to say that if America is to ever be great again we need a strong courageous man like Donald J Trump to fight for us and the American way of life. I was absolutely flabbergasted, I was literally shaking. How could my wonderful boy be saying these horrendous things? This is a democrat household and we stand with Joe Biden but my son had just come in the house spewing hateful bigoted nonsense in support of a disgusting, evil, Nazi Sympathizing slime. I cant describe how furious I was with this little traitor and I screamed at my son for the first time commanding him to go to his room. I poured myself a glass of chocolate milk and turned on the colbert report and sat down to collect my thoughts.
After some time i came to the conclusion that my son needed to be punished in the harshest possible manner. The only thing i could think of was to deprive him of the one thing he truly holds dear in this world, his funko collection. I stormed into his room and without a word I began tossing his Funkos in a trash bag. My son was in hysterics, screaming and crying worse than he had when his mother had died. I couldn't help but smirk, I was so satisfied with how distraught this little bigot was. He asked me through a curtain of tears "daddy, why are you doing this?", I smiled at him and said "this is what you get for being a nazi!". The next couple days were euphoric, I was so proud of myself for how i had bravely fought against the hatred and political ideology that was corrupting my son that i decided i deserved a reward. I went through his funko collection and sorted out the ones that i already had in my collection and placed them in a cardboard box, the others I decided would be mine now. I was now ready for the final punishment. I called my boy down from his room and into the back yard. i had the box of funkos placed in the fire pit and a container of gas nearby. I commanded him to look in the box and when he did he began to weep. he attempted to reclaim his precious funkos but i pulled him back and yelled at him to stand away from them.
This was it, time for the ultimate punishment. I began pouring the gasoline over the box as my sons wails became louder and more distressed. The feeling of pride I had felt before was growing inside me and i felt as though i was ten feet tall. I lit a match and said to my son "this is what Trump wants to do to the country" as i tossed it onto the box. At this point my son dropped to his knees and went silent. As i stared into the flames my feeling of pride and euphoria grew to a level i couldn't handle and i blacked out. I came to in my living room, i was holding a celebratory chocolate milk and i felt as if i had just had the best sex in my life. I got up and went into my study where i keep my funko collection. I gazed upon my glorious funkos with a sense of accomplishment. i picked up my tony stark funko pop and smirked. I knew in my heart that he would be proud of me.
The other day my son came home from school and like any other day i asked him how it was. I was pretending to listen like i usually do until something he said caught my attention. He had mentioned how he was under the impression that former President Donald J Trump was an innocent man and if he is found guilty it will be proof that the justice system is truly corrupt. He went on to say that if America is to ever be great again we need a strong courageous man like Donald J Trump to fight for us and the American way of life. I was absolutely flabbergasted, I was literally shaking. How could my wonderful boy be saying these horrendous things? This is a democrat household and we stand with Joe Biden but my son had just come in the house spewing hateful bigoted nonsense in support of a disgusting, evil, Nazi Sympathizing slime. I cant describe how furious I was with this little traitor and I screamed at my son for the first time commanding him to go to his room. I poured myself a glass of chocolate milk and turned on the colbert report and sat down to collect my thoughts.
After some time i came to the conclusion that my son needed to be punished in the harshest possible manner. The only thing i could think of was to deprive him of the one thing he truly holds dear in this world, his funko collection. I stormed into his room and without a word I began tossing his Funkos in a trash bag. My son was in hysterics, screaming and crying worse than he had when his mother had died. I couldn't help but smirk, I was so satisfied with how distraught this little bigot was. He asked me through a curtain of tears "daddy, why are you doing this?", I smiled at him and said "this is what you get for being a nazi!". The next couple days were euphoric, I was so proud of myself for how i had bravely fought against the hatred and political ideology that was corrupting my son that i decided i deserved a reward. I went through his funko collection and sorted out the ones that i already had in my collection and placed them in a cardboard box, the others I decided would be mine now. I was now ready for the final punishment. I called my boy down from his room and into the back yard. i had the box of funkos placed in the fire pit and a container of gas nearby. I commanded him to look in the box and when he did he began to weep. he attempted to reclaim his precious funkos but i pulled him back and yelled at him to stand away from them.
This was it, time for the ultimate punishment. I began pouring the gasoline over the box as my sons wails became louder and more distressed. The feeling of pride I had felt before was growing inside me and i felt as though i was ten feet tall. I lit a match and said to my son "this is what Trump wants to do to the country" as i tossed it onto the box. At this point my son dropped to his knees and went silent. As i stared into the flames my feeling of pride and euphoria grew to a level i couldn't handle and i blacked out. I came to in my living room, i was holding a celebratory chocolate milk and i felt as if i had just had the best sex in my life. I got up and went into my study where i keep my funko collection. I gazed upon my glorious funkos with a sense of accomplishment. i picked up my tony stark funko pop and smirked. I knew in my heart that he would be proud of me.
