The sound of guns cocking filled the room and soon God and Satan had their gats out, God with his good old M1911A1’s and Satan with a sawn off pump shotgun. “Pull da fuckin’ trigger, I dare you, nigga!” God shouted and Satan laughed. “You cheated on me with that little emo fucktard, you’re ass is dead faggot,” Satan said before he pulled back the trigger. God did the same and soon the floor was scattered with empty shells and bullet casings but neither of them fell.
In between the two was Jesus, his body torn open by the barrage of .45 ACP hollow tips and buckshot. “I died for your…” He fell to the ground. “Sins…”
“No you didn’t, lol!” God shouted and laughed, soon Satan joined him. Shortly after they had gay sex, Satan taking giving it out while he gave God a reach around.
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The story - I was about ten, and my parents were buying a tow-hitch for a caravan, and as the resident childdlers in the situation, My sister and I were expected to play with the childeren of the sellers, which we did quite merrily. At one point, the little girl was pretending to cut me with a comb, and I pointed at that it wouldn't work, because that's a comb. So she replies "But I can cut you with this!" and pulls out a fork, and I'd gotten no further than objecting on the grounds that that indeed was a fork, and not a cutting implement, she STABS ME IN THE FUCKING LEG. I don't mean just kiddy playful stabbing, she sunk this fucker right into the base of the tines. And I just looked at it, thinking "There is a fork in my leg. Why is there a fork in my leg?" the pain not having kicked in from sheer surprise, and the virtue of not having moved yet. My parents came into the caravan about 30 seconds later, to tell us it was time to go, and the first thing they saw was me sitting there, staring at the fork in my leg, and thinking. I noticed them coming in, and in an odd moment of clarity, noticed the looks on their faces, and said in my little 10 year old kid voice "I'm as confused as you are."
I don't even know what it is. It was some guy's avatar on some forum, and I couldn't see what it was, so I copy/pasted the URL in a new tab.
EDIT: Actually, I realize now that you were almost certainly referring to the Tommy Tutone video. Which is pretty disappointing, because here I was all thinking that there was some weird, possibly sinister story behind that cat picture.
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In between the two was Jesus, his body torn open by the barrage of .45 ACP hollow tips and buckshot. “I died for your…” He fell to the ground. “Sins…”
“No you didn’t, lol!” God shouted and laughed, soon Satan joined him. Shortly after they had gay sex, Satan taking giving it out while he gave God a reach around.
All was well.
I was about ten, and my parents were buying a tow-hitch for a caravan, and as the resident childdlers in the situation, My sister and I were expected to play with the childeren of the sellers, which we did quite merrily. At one point, the little girl was pretending to cut me with a comb, and I pointed at that it wouldn't work, because that's a comb. So she replies "But I can cut you with this!" and pulls out a fork, and I'd gotten no further than objecting on the grounds that that indeed was a fork, and not a cutting implement, she STABS ME IN THE FUCKING LEG. I don't mean just kiddy playful stabbing, she sunk this fucker right into the base of the tines. And I just looked at it, thinking "There is a fork in my leg. Why is there a fork in my leg?" the pain not having kicked in from sheer surprise, and the virtue of not having moved yet.
My parents came into the caravan about 30 seconds later, to tell us it was time to go, and the first thing they saw was me sitting there, staring at the fork in my leg, and thinking. I noticed them coming in, and in an odd moment of clarity, noticed the looks on their faces, and said in my little 10 year old kid voice "I'm as confused as you are."
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EDIT: Actually, I realize now that you were almost certainly referring to the Tommy Tutone video. Which is pretty disappointing, because here I was all thinking that there was some weird, possibly sinister story behind that cat picture.
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