"WHAT?" exclaimed BJ with a toasted tinker in his voice capsule,
"You honestly think I care about you and your fucking life and everything and what not.. I DON'T, I still care more about this sticky onion pie"
BJ left the Alcoholics Anonymous meeting only to be greeted outside by seven cyber human gunmen;
"Oh crap did you spill my coffee you fuck"
BJ was confused at why the time on his watch read "05:03" as it definitely at least Five. He was escorted out the entrance to Marlon Brando's salty sugarwing (The famous Cafe) and then had to find his way back to his Motorshprunken
"Another day another tired rejection of my colon" screamed Doomg.. er BJ into his visor. So loud was the whisper that his visor broke into 14 halves and bloody hell now he's gonna have to bloody go get a friggin' new one said Marge.
He cried into his pool of blood as he realised he'd never even left his house and had been fantasising about going to Marlon's Drimp Garage all along but didn't even have no money.
So there he sat all day and all day till finall he recieved a message on Doomworld about half price viagra pills and he soon shot up with a cheeky smile on his foreskin and a pack of vegetable food followthrough to feed his hungry musky bowel
"Never again shall i do what with who and do the other one"
His friends Ron Weasley the girl-beater and Nestle ColdCrunch were easily far behind him laughing at his unfunny jokes hoping he'd die from something unfortunate. Unfortunately he didn't but he sure couldn't wait to be killed as life had become a drag.
BJ had a good day this evening and bloody hoped to have another good evening the next day
To be continued..
B.J found it an interesting swap in colour to wear a bra, but of course on hearing this friend Michael I mean Major (Malone) tried to describe his tenderfunk;
"Uh job docks, weren't you on the day of the honk? Hip, but was not the case. It was poi. Hook band jewie both joked the house. Oyo and unify were not the only lushes because opium is ilk, and the olio was a hogged. Hypo optics."
B.J knew she was talking about a song;
"Well john egad sad cess because high audio dikes can and so on. If Crinch didn't kill, asdic then who did this on the wall: :)? Anyway owe as dock, and the point is as follows: as dui wow kin oil! Ankhs cup spud, and so were the kids."
Ahhhthe The Only Face by Bryan Ferry
(Major Dansem or Malone wasn't heartbroken to find B.J had wrote this message in his gun;
"To be or not to be... bonbon, gun so buy, stray nook Wuxi without monk shags hub is because war. Hog cub juju, so what is silo shay viol bony? Hog yak, GHz can. Guru Doo, mop, dude and ultimately kiosk? Gelb chi dunks go on and on because smoky sun. Jihad Fahd, conj and solo? Judy..."
To be continued...
It's the year 700 and B.J Blasflarv just finished another cup of jaffa cake, his fingers still tingling from the crunchy aftertunnel.
"Fred?" Shouts Major Malone as he wriggles out the carcass of a dead dislocated crotch
"Yes my sweet cheeky binchworth" answers the ever-glazed frosted jellyfish shaped left-eye of Blaspont, first name B
B J nears to the disgusting voice of Martin I mean Major Malone;
"I'm thinking of a film where it's like the Grinch but not, he's wearing the Grinch suit and everything but he goes killing"
"I know the one" replies BJ
"It's called The Grinch"
What do you guys think?
Last edited by phobosdeimos1 on 10-10-11 at 04:33