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Once I picked up Polly, I decided that I would do what I've wanted to for years. I'd go on a reenactment of the Wyatt Shaw Massacre.

Polly was sleeping soundly in her car seat. 'Not for long lil' demon spawn' I thought to myself. She was the first on my hit list.

I drove quickly, faster than I ever would in any other circumstance, exactly 35 miles per hour. I was nearing the cliff. I am going to do it. Polly Honeyseed Suckleberry Finn Schrob is gonna die.

When I was at the edge of the mountain, I picked up the blue eyed future crack-whore slut, and looked at her.

"You are a mistake. A lost cause. Your life is a useless reminder of your traitorous father. Be prepared for your soon death." I spoke to her harshly, she continued to babble like the baby she was.

I turned to the edge of the cliff, and I threw her off the mountainside screaming "YEAT!" At the top of my list.

"( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) bye bye whore! Lorena's next!" I yelled off into the distance.

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