darry curtis had always loved the dirty junk yard with its tasteless, tart trash. It was a place where he felt afraid.
he was a rude, snooty, cum-drinker with acrooked penis and droopy honkers. His friends saw him as an obedient, obnoxious ogre. Once, he had even saved a witty old man that was stuck in a drain. That's the sort of woman he was.
darry walked over to the window and reflected on his old surroundings. The clouds danced like drinking tortoises.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of dallas winston. dallas was a greedy saint with squishy dinglelings and massive honkers.
darry gulped. he was not prepared for dallas.
As darry stepped outside and dallas came closer, he could see the talented glint in his eye.
"Look darry," growled dallas, with an arroused glare that reminded darry of greedy flamingos. "I hate you and I want a kiss. You owe me 2256 corn kernels."
darry looked back, even more worried and still fingering the rusty door. "dallas, i hate you but i really want to kiss you," he replied.
They looked at each other with angry feelings, like two magnificent, mushy monkeys rampaging at a very very sad disco, which had jazz trumpets music playing in the background and two deranged uncles talking to the beat.
darry studied dallas's squishy penis and massive honkers. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm afraid I declared myself bankrupt," explained darry. "You will never get your money."
"No!" dallas hissed. "You lie!"
"I do not!" retorted darry. "Now get your squishy penis out of here before I hit you with this rusty door."
dallas looked shocked, his wallet raw like a wild, witty wheel.
darry could actually hear dallas's wallet shatter into 2256 pieces. Then the greedy saint hurried away into the distance.
Not even a drink of sticky white stuff would calm darry's nerves tonight.
THE END
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The Real Outsiders (oneshots)
RomanceMany stories of the outsiders THAT DID HAPPEN,,,, LIKE I R L (this is satire)