My New Bike
The man drags you by the scruff of your neck and carries you out of the store through a back exit. He hauls over near some dumpsters and drops you to the ground like a bag of garbage.
"Please sir," you implore him. "I'm not a racist, sir." The man merely grunts. "That's what they all say." He removes his belt.
Tears begin to well in your eyes. "Please sir..." "Save it!" the man screams as he flies into a wild, animalistic fit of rage, and begins to lash at you with the belt.
Your body is wracked with pain as he launches his furious onslaught against you. The searing pain of each unforgiving lash sends your mind reeling. Moral of the story? Next time get the red bike, you little shit.
"Please sir," you implore him. "I'm not a racist, sir." The man merely grunts. "That's what they all say." He removes his belt.
Tears begin to well in your eyes. "Please sir..." "Save it!" the man screams as he flies into a wild, animalistic fit of rage, and begins to lash at you with the belt.
Your body is wracked with pain as he launches his furious onslaught against you. The searing pain of each unforgiving lash sends your mind reeling. Moral of the story? Next time get the red bike, you little shit.
