Loco Loco, after eating his racha food from Bollywood, is on the crapper. His racha food is not good, it's not good for the tourist crew. As stated by Loco Loco many times, it burns burns burns, his buttocks, that is. He could not bare the pain his booty was in. It felt like battery acid mixed with lemon, eroding the layers upon layers of shit and ass cells. The next few hours will not be pleasant for Loco Loco, because after he felt like victory was his, after he had felt like all the feces were gone, round 2 would kick in. Shit after blood curdling shit, for 2 hours straight. His mother knocked on the door. "U good?" She said with hope, for she hoped her son was alive. As 4 eyes glared in the distance, and as the buzzing became louder, the hope began to fade. As the tall green shirt wearing menace grew closer, he said one last thing to Loco Loco...
"Damn nigga your ass stink"
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El Mosquito - Loco Loco Creepypasta
ActionOoh Mosquito, Parasito. Bandito....ILL KILL YOU! Ooh Mosquito, patasito, DIE DIE DIE!!!
