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- Feb 1, 2018
why cant i post in the ms wu thread anymore? oh its because youre a fucking faggot nazi who thinks they have to keep their gay website tidy, who fucking cares, fucking loser, just want u to know where i stand. gay bitch. heres a story for u:
On a vacation with Bugsby and Chris. Some awkward silence from Bugsby on this trip; he looks pale and virgin, brooding in his chicken neck. I could swear somebody’s skin is farting, maybe Chris, but probably Bugsby. God. Just looking at this guy that I pretend to be friends with singes my nose hairs. Bugsby is a skinny guy; large Adam’s Apple, small neck crooked forward beyond his body, bulging eyeballs, recessed chin, and lips which would’ve been better placed on a preteen girl. Looking at him, you could swear his skin is crawling perpetually. An insect mind. Oddly, many people ask him about Buddhism, total strangers, out of the blue. What a sight.
Chris in the back seat however, quite a gent. That might be why he asked this kid to come along with us for spring break. What a threesome. That’s Chris’s Christianity for you; thats what being a Good Samaritan gets you – a ride with a complete fucking freak. Nobody talks to this kid. Nobody likes him, and that’s just Darwin talking, man. Oh, enough bullshit – Chris is handsome. Lets just say he… breaks some of the Christian traditions. He goes down south from time to time. Oh my God, Bugsby is humming to himself over there. He’s swaying too. No wonder this kid gets bullied. You’d think Chris would break all the rest of his religious rules too, but unfortunately he truly has a heart. My hearts been blackened from these bastards years ago. Pall Mall. Cigarette gets pulled from the box. Lighter emits flame. For fucks sake, people! Time to break the silence, AGAIN!
“Cigarette, anyone?”
Bugsby clears his throat. “No thank you. You should quit that habit. Cigarettes are bad for you.” What I should do is kick your ass, little prick!
“Hey, I’ll have one, man.”
“Hey, cool! It’s Pall Mall.”
A look of satisfaction on Chris’s face after exhaling smoke. Well, that got rid of Busby’s unclean, foul odor. Grow some balls, kid. Oh shit, we must be in Nebraska. Welcome to Nebraska. What a cunt state. Who the fuck lives here? Hahaha. I bet Bugsby commutes to school from here. Wouldn’t be surprised if his alien ass is spying on me and Chris. We’re gonna get probed, man! Ooooh! Hahaha!
“These Pall Malls, man.” Chris shakes his head to the left and right, repeatedly. “Quite a cigarette.”
“They’re the only cigarette. Pall Malls are the shit, man.” Bugsby holds his hands up to his ears. “Oh, my bad, man. Forgot.”
“I forgive you.” Cunt! Cunt! Your mom’s not here anymore! She’s not fucking here anymore! Get a grip, you square whore! What, you want me to change the CD? Would fucking Buddy Holly suit your interests? It’s raining blood in my fucking heart! I wanna kick this kid’s ass so bad – God man, I need to chill out. Maybe if I just chill this trip would be a lot better. Right now its total ass. There I go again: Christ. I can barely even drive right now, because I feel so reluctant to go where we’re going. Shit. Alright, fuck chilling. I’m pissed, I have a right to be pissed, and I have a right to kick this prick out of my car if I have to.
Thomas Becker clears his throat. “Anybody getting tired of Bad Brains? I’ve also got some heavy metal, too. Bugs, you like metal?” Yeah, just shake your bloated head left and right. No need to verbalize. God, this is bad. Actually, it’s funny. Yeah, I guess I could see it that way. I guess I could if I TRIED REALLY FUCKING HARD! FUCK.
“Ashtray, Thomas?”
“Just litter, dude. It’s just Nebraska.” Thomas sneers, seemingly proud of his mock.
“Alright, I guess. Grass looks dry, is all. Wouldn’t want to –“
“Burn this sh – crap-hole down? Ask me if I care.” Bugsby holds his hands up to his ears.
“Well, there are a few lives in this state. Very few, that is.”
“No, ask me.”
“What?”
“Actually ask me if I care.”
“Nah.” Chris and Thomas began to laugh. That was dumb, but it was better than silence, I guess. Shit fuck, empty tank of gas almost. I hope there’s a gas station in this shit hole. Oh, there’s one.
“I’m gonna stop at this gas station, we’re running low on gas.”
Bugsby decided to comment. “We are, are we?”
What the fuck. What the shit fuck. “Yeah, man. Okay, guys. Here’s a chance to stretch.”
Remember to wipe your fucking ass this time, kid! Shit, Bugsby is taking long enough. Fucking fuck. It’s one in the fucking morning, we’re not even past Nebraska, and this scrawny ass prick is holding us up with shitting all the worms he’s got holed up inside him. God, I don’t know why it never occurred to me to bully this kid. I’m truly too nice. I should be meaner. Teach these weak-asses their place. This world is for the strong. I am large and he is SMALL. I’ve got brains and he’s got none! I’ve got a big dick! I’ve got women! Getting rich wouldn’t even help this kid! I don’t even think he masturbates! Probably one of those celibate freaks! Click noise sounds. Well then, back to our little adventure. Oh, that’s right. We’re waiting on that freak.
Here he comes. About fucking time. Hahaha! He’s walking crooked! Probably waited a week before going to the bathroom, huh kid? Couldn’t let that video game wait on pause. Ignore the normal person’s bowel regimen. You’ve got a fucking video game to attend to. Shit, I’d desire alternate reality too. Wait, what?
Bugsby points at the nearby graveyard. “Oh, you wanna go there? What are you trying to say?”
“Graveyard.”
“Dude. What’s over there to see?”
“Stones. Many stones. It’s metal, correct?”
“Dude. Maybe if there were zombies. It’s just stones. Lets get a move on.” Busby shakes his head left and right, quickly. “God. What happened in the bathroom?!” Chris and Thomas laughed heartily.
“I can make it worth your efforts.”
“Now you’re talking. How much, bro?”
“Five-hundred dollars.”
“I wanna see it. Up front.” Bugsby pulls the cash out from his side pocket. The other boys look astonished. Where the fuck did he find that? His mom sell pills or something? “Well, hell – alright! Let’s go.” Bugsby held the cash out. When Thomas grabbed it, Bugsby tightened his grip. Thomas let out a sigh, obviously annoyed. Then, Thomas tries again. Now the money is in his hands. What the hell is wrong with this kid? Fucking psycho.
“I’d rather visit the graveyard in the car, if you don’t mind.”
“Sure, any way you want. You paid, after all.” Chris and Thomas shrug at each other. Bugsby is heaving! I don’t think Chris saw that. My god, any minute now and he’ll transform! His neck is about to bulge! Frog!
What the hell, this is breaking the law. This is a sidewalk, not a fucking road! And it’s dark, and Bugsby is not even looking around. I’m starting to think he forgot his medication. Wait. Up ahead – what is that? My vision’s murky. What? That’s a man. He’s crouched down, facing us. Looks like a bull about to charge. He’s running towards us! No! Alien! Fine, wanna play games? We can play games. Full speed, buddy. Let’s see how you like… this! An alien gets struck by the car, but quickly gets back up and charges again at the same car. What the hell! He’s back! Fucking fu –.
Bugsby grabs a shovel. He looks towards the alien, now retreating back into the woods from whence he came. Bugsby decides to speak.
“Nofasu mukuloora. Jjaab!”
“Moku.”
On a vacation with Bugsby and Chris. Some awkward silence from Bugsby on this trip; he looks pale and virgin, brooding in his chicken neck. I could swear somebody’s skin is farting, maybe Chris, but probably Bugsby. God. Just looking at this guy that I pretend to be friends with singes my nose hairs. Bugsby is a skinny guy; large Adam’s Apple, small neck crooked forward beyond his body, bulging eyeballs, recessed chin, and lips which would’ve been better placed on a preteen girl. Looking at him, you could swear his skin is crawling perpetually. An insect mind. Oddly, many people ask him about Buddhism, total strangers, out of the blue. What a sight.
Chris in the back seat however, quite a gent. That might be why he asked this kid to come along with us for spring break. What a threesome. That’s Chris’s Christianity for you; thats what being a Good Samaritan gets you – a ride with a complete fucking freak. Nobody talks to this kid. Nobody likes him, and that’s just Darwin talking, man. Oh, enough bullshit – Chris is handsome. Lets just say he… breaks some of the Christian traditions. He goes down south from time to time. Oh my God, Bugsby is humming to himself over there. He’s swaying too. No wonder this kid gets bullied. You’d think Chris would break all the rest of his religious rules too, but unfortunately he truly has a heart. My hearts been blackened from these bastards years ago. Pall Mall. Cigarette gets pulled from the box. Lighter emits flame. For fucks sake, people! Time to break the silence, AGAIN!
“Cigarette, anyone?”
Bugsby clears his throat. “No thank you. You should quit that habit. Cigarettes are bad for you.” What I should do is kick your ass, little prick!
“Hey, I’ll have one, man.”
“Hey, cool! It’s Pall Mall.”
A look of satisfaction on Chris’s face after exhaling smoke. Well, that got rid of Busby’s unclean, foul odor. Grow some balls, kid. Oh shit, we must be in Nebraska. Welcome to Nebraska. What a cunt state. Who the fuck lives here? Hahaha. I bet Bugsby commutes to school from here. Wouldn’t be surprised if his alien ass is spying on me and Chris. We’re gonna get probed, man! Ooooh! Hahaha!
“These Pall Malls, man.” Chris shakes his head to the left and right, repeatedly. “Quite a cigarette.”
“They’re the only cigarette. Pall Malls are the shit, man.” Bugsby holds his hands up to his ears. “Oh, my bad, man. Forgot.”
“I forgive you.” Cunt! Cunt! Your mom’s not here anymore! She’s not fucking here anymore! Get a grip, you square whore! What, you want me to change the CD? Would fucking Buddy Holly suit your interests? It’s raining blood in my fucking heart! I wanna kick this kid’s ass so bad – God man, I need to chill out. Maybe if I just chill this trip would be a lot better. Right now its total ass. There I go again: Christ. I can barely even drive right now, because I feel so reluctant to go where we’re going. Shit. Alright, fuck chilling. I’m pissed, I have a right to be pissed, and I have a right to kick this prick out of my car if I have to.
Thomas Becker clears his throat. “Anybody getting tired of Bad Brains? I’ve also got some heavy metal, too. Bugs, you like metal?” Yeah, just shake your bloated head left and right. No need to verbalize. God, this is bad. Actually, it’s funny. Yeah, I guess I could see it that way. I guess I could if I TRIED REALLY FUCKING HARD! FUCK.
“Ashtray, Thomas?”
“Just litter, dude. It’s just Nebraska.” Thomas sneers, seemingly proud of his mock.
“Alright, I guess. Grass looks dry, is all. Wouldn’t want to –“
“Burn this sh – crap-hole down? Ask me if I care.” Bugsby holds his hands up to his ears.
“Well, there are a few lives in this state. Very few, that is.”
“No, ask me.”
“What?”
“Actually ask me if I care.”
“Nah.” Chris and Thomas began to laugh. That was dumb, but it was better than silence, I guess. Shit fuck, empty tank of gas almost. I hope there’s a gas station in this shit hole. Oh, there’s one.
“I’m gonna stop at this gas station, we’re running low on gas.”
Bugsby decided to comment. “We are, are we?”
What the fuck. What the shit fuck. “Yeah, man. Okay, guys. Here’s a chance to stretch.”
Remember to wipe your fucking ass this time, kid! Shit, Bugsby is taking long enough. Fucking fuck. It’s one in the fucking morning, we’re not even past Nebraska, and this scrawny ass prick is holding us up with shitting all the worms he’s got holed up inside him. God, I don’t know why it never occurred to me to bully this kid. I’m truly too nice. I should be meaner. Teach these weak-asses their place. This world is for the strong. I am large and he is SMALL. I’ve got brains and he’s got none! I’ve got a big dick! I’ve got women! Getting rich wouldn’t even help this kid! I don’t even think he masturbates! Probably one of those celibate freaks! Click noise sounds. Well then, back to our little adventure. Oh, that’s right. We’re waiting on that freak.
Here he comes. About fucking time. Hahaha! He’s walking crooked! Probably waited a week before going to the bathroom, huh kid? Couldn’t let that video game wait on pause. Ignore the normal person’s bowel regimen. You’ve got a fucking video game to attend to. Shit, I’d desire alternate reality too. Wait, what?
Bugsby points at the nearby graveyard. “Oh, you wanna go there? What are you trying to say?”
“Graveyard.”
“Dude. What’s over there to see?”
“Stones. Many stones. It’s metal, correct?”
“Dude. Maybe if there were zombies. It’s just stones. Lets get a move on.” Busby shakes his head left and right, quickly. “God. What happened in the bathroom?!” Chris and Thomas laughed heartily.
“I can make it worth your efforts.”
“Now you’re talking. How much, bro?”
“Five-hundred dollars.”
“I wanna see it. Up front.” Bugsby pulls the cash out from his side pocket. The other boys look astonished. Where the fuck did he find that? His mom sell pills or something? “Well, hell – alright! Let’s go.” Bugsby held the cash out. When Thomas grabbed it, Bugsby tightened his grip. Thomas let out a sigh, obviously annoyed. Then, Thomas tries again. Now the money is in his hands. What the hell is wrong with this kid? Fucking psycho.
“I’d rather visit the graveyard in the car, if you don’t mind.”
“Sure, any way you want. You paid, after all.” Chris and Thomas shrug at each other. Bugsby is heaving! I don’t think Chris saw that. My god, any minute now and he’ll transform! His neck is about to bulge! Frog!
What the hell, this is breaking the law. This is a sidewalk, not a fucking road! And it’s dark, and Bugsby is not even looking around. I’m starting to think he forgot his medication. Wait. Up ahead – what is that? My vision’s murky. What? That’s a man. He’s crouched down, facing us. Looks like a bull about to charge. He’s running towards us! No! Alien! Fine, wanna play games? We can play games. Full speed, buddy. Let’s see how you like… this! An alien gets struck by the car, but quickly gets back up and charges again at the same car. What the hell! He’s back! Fucking fu –.
Bugsby grabs a shovel. He looks towards the alien, now retreating back into the woods from whence he came. Bugsby decides to speak.
“Nofasu mukuloora. Jjaab!”
“Moku.”
