I sigh, feeling relieved. My stomach starts rumbling, I get up out of bed to go make myself something to eat. (Joe Dee gaming 69 puffs of course, they're my favorite!) first I pour milk into the bowl, and then the cereal. "Oh boy!" I say, excited. I pour the entire thing into my mouth, swallowing. I walk back over to my bedroom, and sit unknowingly into a ginormous wet large slimy pile of shit. I move around uncomfortably, I stand up and turn. "AAAHHH!!!! WHAT THE FUCK??????????!!!!!!!!!" I cry. My dad hears me, and wakes up, sprinting to my room. (It was 3 am) he takes out a metal bar, and starts beating the fuck out of me with it at an alarmingly fast rate. "Please stop hitting my ribcage with a metal bar, dad!" I beg with tears in my eyes. "MAYBE IF YOU FUCKING GROW UP AND STOP SHITTING THE BED YOU IMMATURE FUCKING 5 YEAR OLD?????!!!!!!!!!" He aggressively hollers into my ear, blood starts bursting out of them. "Well, damn n-"
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Fanfictionto anyone reading this I apologize v VERY satire Tw: book is kinda gross(?) mentions snot, piss, & shit (currently) I find it funny but some people might not if you dont like that you should leave, I don't wanna make anybody uncomfortable) ummm...