Oh how Kai wanted to kill the two of them. What monster does that!?! Moldy jam on plain bread then had to go kick the couch to remove more mud then sat down, resting his boots, covered in Swamp Thing's bed, on the clean table. Psychotic child's first arson victim decided to wipe… his fucking boots… caked in mud… on the god damned carpet. Besides the point, after they came in, the dried out spitball took the remote for the television and changed the channel to something with more disgust than a depressed humans room.Īnd if that wasn't the worst part, cracked clown paint disintegrated the damned remote. Honestly, how did they get so much? It didn't rain that much last night. First the white raisin walked in with mud tracking his steps, then the extra crispy, burnt goth reject walked in with even more mud. This white haired brat with an attitude worse than the Boss's when they didn't agree was getting everything dirty.
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