A short story writen and co-directed by Lame123

A white man was riding his bicycle to the nearest market after a night of explosive diarrhea to purchass an assortment of toiletries. As this white man was riding along without a care in the word other then his brown stained panties; he felt a dark shadow over top of him. When he looked up he was on the floor(soiled in his Fecies). His bike had seemes to vanish in thin air. His bowels had yet again releaved themselves sporadically. He looked down at his side to reveal a deep knife wound. As he attempted to drag himself to the sidewalk he left a trail of blood and human fecies in his wake. As his life was being drained from his vessel he looked up to see a man speaking to him. It was the dark shadow. He spoke only 4 words.

"NIGGA YOU GOT JACKED"

 

what a beautifull story m8, keep it up

 

Tryin to get it published for 5 chicken wings and a left over family sizes KFC bucket.

 

;-( i cryed

 

main character was a faggot nerd

 

edited 4 glory

 

Main character liked chicken-_-

 

wouldn't use for toilet paper

 

Bump.

 

more stories plz