Don awoke on a torn fuzzy navy blue couch, in his rotting falling apart small wooden cabin, out in the chilly november country sides.
Don slumped up groggly, "Ugh... Musta had t..to much beers...", Don slurred his words.
Just then a jolt of pain struck up from dons intestines all the way up to his neck spine, Don let out a surprised yelp.
His old beaten wiener dog whitey ran up to his raw bare feet.
Whitey growled and started to gnaw on dons big toe, "SON OF A BITCH", Don yelled angrily quickly pulling off his baseball cap and smacking whiteys teethless jaws away.
Whitey dashed under the couch, "YUAH THATS RIGHT!", Don yelled as he shuffled off into his kitchen to make a pot of joe.
He realized he didn't have any grounds to make coffee, So he decided to toot off to the super 1 just down the road.
Don picked his nose profusely, He giggled evilly as he wiped boogers on loafs of bread, and touched all of the donuts with unwashed butthole hands.
Finally he found the coffee section, "Ahh roast pork flavored?.. no no...", Don murmured unsure if he should get spicy beef farm flavored coffee or TexanCheeto, Don decided it was cheat day for him and got both.
Dawn had just started to break as don left the store doors, The cold breeze wafted the sweat away from dons moustache hair.
A tear filled dons eyes as he remembered riding a cart through the super 1 parking lots as a kid, His long bony fingers gripped his cart, Don dashed with all his might, He hastily hopped onto the cart.
"I'MMA KID AGAIN MA", Don shouted to his dead mother in the heavens.
Just then the cart spun out of control and dons body flew into a nearby kidnapper van, Dons spine, ribs, and skull were crushed from impact.
Later that day, Dons ex wife Moana, Came to check on him, When she found he wasn't there, She called the police.
But nothing really came of it, Dons corpse was missing, and nobody knew anything about a van.
