Since Smitty died, wth am I supposed to do the story on? Hmm..
One day a long, long, long, long, long, long LONG unbelievably long d**k time ago (about a week from Tuesday, actually) there was a man and his wife.
The man and the woman loved each other very much. The woman would often say "What the ******** is wrong with you, Harry! Goddammit stop sleeping with all those ******** whores; I want a ******** divorce! a*****e!" and Harry would reply with: "Shut your ******** mouth, whore. Ill sleep with who I want now make me a ******** sandwich or Ill slap you a new one"
Ah, the love.
As the years went on, Carol only got fatter and uglier, and also contracted some STDs from dirty, dirty Harry, who also got fatter and uglier, but money buys whores, yanno. Harry doesn't learn his lesson, and Carol is sad, so they do the only thing they know how to: Have lots and lots of children.
But since Harry spends all his money on whores, Carol can't afford to feed the children. The children get hungry, and resort to cannibalism and eat their parents.
The end 4laugh
 Crackerbox Palace · Sat May 20, 2006 @ 12:10am · 9 Comments |
