It was a beautiful day, and of course, Jobi was at the beach.
Nobody questioned him, even though he was a piece of poop.
Literally.
He was a piece of poop.
He was wearing sunglasses and listening to Kanye West, who had sadly cheated on Kim Kardashian with his own reflection.
"Excuse me, sir?"
Jobi paused his Kanye West and looked at the man. "Bitch, I was listening to Kanye. This better be important."
The man nodded. "It is, indeed. I am selling cherry Popsicles, and I was wondering if you wanted one."
Cherry Popsicles.
"You interrupted my Kanye for this?" he asked. "To ask me if I wanted a cherry poopsicle?"
"Sir, it's not poopsicle, it's popsicle-"
"LEAVE ME ALONE!"
The man scurried away, and Jobi smiled while listening to his Kanye.
He went back to tanning, and he was once again approached, this time by the famous wife of Ralph Macchio- Sabrina.
"Hi!" she said happily. "Aren't you Jobi-"
"OMG I'M LISTENING TO KANYE!" he screamed. "CAN A GIRL GET SOME RELAXATION?!"
"But you're a guy."
"HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?"
She stared at him in horror. "Oh. Uh, bye, Jobi."
Jobi made himself a sandwich made out of children's crushed dreams, and when he was about to take a bite, a seagull swooped down and grabbed him with his claws, flying to her nest.
"I WAS STILL LISTENING TO KANYEEEEEEEEEE!" he shouted.
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Jobi the poop
DiversosThe adventures of a piece of poop named Jobi. © "Jobi the poop" was created by @i_love_ralph_macchio. This story is mine, the main character is not. And I'm warning you, this story is really stupid.
