Cody Christano: The Life of an American Scum Bucket

You pull up to the sidewalk, rolling down your window.

"Hey nice bike you shit stain licking twat twinkie!"

The kid stops and looks at you from under his hoodie. "What the hell did you say to me?"

"You heard me you little cock! Where'd you get that fuckin bike ass for brains?!"

The kid gives you a bewildered look.

"My parents bought me this bike for christmas 2 years ago! Whats your problem you freaking loser!"

You step out of the jeep and walk towards the kid on his bike. Upon closer inspection you see its not actually your bike.

"Oh...I thought you stole my bike kid! It looks alot like mine. Oh man I was red hot! Dude i'm sorry i bothered you!" You pat him on the shoulder and smile. He gives you a disgusted look.

"Don't touch me you peverted retard! Glad you realized your a blind idiot, but I got more important things to do than talk to a psycho!"

"Yeah? You know whats really important for you right now? To go buy a new bike!" With that you throw the kid off the bike and take it from him. As you wheel it back to your jeep he comes at you. You kick him in the face, he spirals backward onto the ground. He doesn't seem to be moving. You load the bike into the jeep than get into the drivers seat. You spit on the kid.

The two girls you passed are now running up to the vehicle, apparently they saw what you did.

"That guy just stole Jimmy's bike!" You hear them scream. You smirk and drive off.
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