Cody Christano: The Life of an American Scum Bucket
You look at the shiny nickel Dave has flaunted in your face and you can't take his insults anymore about how poor you are. Looking deep into his eyes, you remove your pants and underwear. His face turns from a sarcastic smile to horror as you squat down and shit on the kitchen floor in front of him.
It's a nice meaty dump too, with steam coming off of it, with a smell that could kill the mightiest of men.
"That's what I think of you and this nasty place. I'm done."
Dave can't even speak as you walk out of the kitchen upon pulling your pants back up. You smile and feel proud of yourself as you stand at the entrance of the resturaunt. Suddenly, a car smashes through the front door and runs you over. An elderly woman accidentally put the car in reverse in the parking lot and drove through the building. Just so happenes you were standing where she decided to park. With your last breaths, you curse your life and anyone who ever came into contact with you because you hate everyone.
You go to hell and burn forever.
It's a nice meaty dump too, with steam coming off of it, with a smell that could kill the mightiest of men.
"That's what I think of you and this nasty place. I'm done."
Dave can't even speak as you walk out of the kitchen upon pulling your pants back up. You smile and feel proud of yourself as you stand at the entrance of the resturaunt. Suddenly, a car smashes through the front door and runs you over. An elderly woman accidentally put the car in reverse in the parking lot and drove through the building. Just so happenes you were standing where she decided to park. With your last breaths, you curse your life and anyone who ever came into contact with you because you hate everyone.
You go to hell and burn forever.
