This story is based off before big Jonny went missing
Greetings
My name is pope
I am form the outer banks
My story begins with my friend John b..
Let's me start
It was an early Morning for the outer banks and my toes where curling for a surf 😈
I jumped out of my lump of a mattress and threw on some jorts and some flip flops and called my good old friend John b to see if he wanted to tag along.
Maybe this is my opportunity to see is family.. his dad In particular.
This is epic! He was down to serf!
I jogged to the beach and saw that square faced maggot. My ugly friend John b!
I'm going to be honest here, John b is probably the most annoying thing I have ever met, just the sound of his voice reminded me of a unwashed fork being scratched along a glass plate.
He looked like a used condom with frozen shit inside, it was honestly a jump scare to see if Face everyday, but I had to fake being his friend to get.. closer connections.
John- yooo popey Globy wassup my ghetto junk rat!
Me: kill yourself racist snot glump
John: don't sweat it man, all jokes. I can't be racist bc your my friend?.
I tured around purposely knocking him out with a serf board then dragging his bogan body into the water and then drowned him. After he stopped breathing, I burried him in the sand and stole his surf board. Stupid loser had it coming.
I trotting off to his hosue to ask if big John had seen him 😉.
