Inglorious Impostor Presents: The Astonisher's Return

Black to the Present

Grand Theft...uhh. They're in da bubbling, desert-like, extremely warm temperature of both the jacuzzi and the over-populated city of effed-up Pacific, masturbating (don't we all?). "Welcome to the land [ Freddie Gibbs stuttering], straps a couple birds in your hands]. 'Welcome to Los Santos' was created by a black, testicle/shaven-headed guy who sounds like he's vomited for every word he utters through is disgusting but appealing (the beat/heat attracted) primarily. Da heck? Why'd I choose this song? I piece of crap to be more precise. Is money really all you care about? What about financial wise? Christ, it may have a good beat but the lyric is awful, complete trash. "She go away?" I completely understand, no one wants to be by your side, we get that. Like some black folks. Not all are bad. Just the other day for example, I had this guy from TWC who came and fixed my modem and he was a tall black gentlemanly. Nice fellow I should say. Now with white people, it's the other way around, only you have to flip over the ashtray and large quantities of beer bottles over during the SuperBowl. I'm betting each Roman numeral represents the weight of the white people ( being the predominant audience). Crossing the border and checking over my shoulder to see if Arizona residents are shooting at me along with Billy Bob Thornton. He looks like a child molester. Yuck. The song, what the heck? You're kidding me, right? "Why can't every woman end up being my wife?" I think we all have an answer to that. You might even be directly stating it in your song, "even if she go away". Oh go, now you're classic and you're supposedly clean. Tell that to your mouth and culture. The heck is an OG?! Orenthal James Simpson? Do you need a sip of orange juice?! Hmm?!How're you even elegant?! This is so infuriating that I'm just gonna stop myself by the end of this sentence with a dramatic yet darkened period of both women (melanoma¿) or a reference to color or the song itself. Ahh, it's fun to mismatch vids and clips with different songs and rappers.

"Yo check it out. First off, it's not fair how the other chapter ( consisting of none other than the culprit; white crackers) used more profanity than the three of us combined. Ugh, white people. Which reminds me, went to California, took a writers block ( break it into syllables and rap about dat), stayed at the DoubleTree in Ontario (it's an actual place). Then, I jerked off (but due to the drought in Cali, when I ejaculated through my urethra ( for those of you who are unaware, it's the opening of every mans, representin' Obama [I ball my hand, move it in a jerking motion towards my heart repeatedly, and cough] wangs. Thank you Romney for legalizing the crude gesture as well.), it burned. Used my mind instead of media. Strengthening both me mental health and capacity. Anyway, I went into a hot tub at night ( surprisingly, there are a lot of Asian women, thought about it but decided to let them have quote, their fun), banged a chick with a tat on her back (description= she's tan, thank god not white with somewhat of an ash and breasts, well the bra was like protection. Which reminds me, the gift shop at the hotel sells condoms. I'm not lying. Ask the chick herself. There were to options, passionate or pleasure; ribbed or sometime like that. Can't exactly recall. What? Everyone has first time/reactions. Which also reminds, watched so many condom commercials. Hilarious stuff but I don't wanna go over the imaginary borderline.) or so I dreamed but she was sitting like right there, back turned and all ( an erection occurred. An estimate being 5 in.) so I turned up the bubbles [I'm using frequent hand gestures to distract you] and urinated in the hot tub, thing is that there was a lot of white women wearing booty shorts in the sun ( I'm switching between day and night. Ahem, that explains the smell while I was quote, exploring. Jeez, no more Uptown Funk. Get a culture/actual grip while performing oral.) and I would assume that I would **** ( you know what I said but I want the story to be available to everyone. In others words I want, I'm quoting a lot of things but quote, spread the word.) them but their asses weren't the best, let's just put it at that. Haha, listening to this song called "No matter how hard I try" on iTunes while writing, thought it was worth mentioning. Haha, now I'm listening to '697' by 1738 bottle opener Fetty Wap. Nah but in all seriousness I'm a kid trapped in a mans body, or the opposite. I don't know! You tell me¿ Haha '697' just ended. Illegally crossing the imaginary border and delving back into this spectacular story. Oh wait, Rich Homie Quan, Flex is playing. 'Ooh ooh ooh. An ai that echoes'. So, adding onto the first sentence of yet another chapter, NET (you don't wanna know what the abbreviation stands for but its like the downgraded version of CNN) is saying that the president's been assassinated. The secretive service says that they didn't hear any commotion during the brutal assassination, along with 12 other senators. And as a result, our democracy is restoring gradually and we need to get to the Reserve NOW!", amazingly, arbitrarily, 1738 said Black, arriving from that hot tub which he hasn't left yet as mentioned in a previous chapter. Aiih.