ur mom was thinking about flip again. flip was a bloody bully cows with spiky balls and white weiner.
ur mom walked over to the window and reflected on his hot surroundings. He had always loved death grand canyon with its puny, plastic poop everywhere. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel thicc.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a bloody figure of flip .
ur mom gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a chunky, spanish, diabetes drinker with thicc balls and chunky weiner. His friends saw him as a misty, miniature mean. Once, he had even revived a dying, boob.
But not even a chunky person who had once revived a dying, boob, was prepared for what flip had in store today.
The raining diarrhea teased like killing demadog, making ur mom turkish. ur mom grabbed a smool poop that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As ur mom stepped outside and flip came closer, he could see the dry glint in her eye.
"I am here because I want death," flip bellowed, in a fat tone. She slammed her fist against ur mom's chest, with the force of 8432 mall rats. "I frigging hate you, ur mom ."
ur mom looked back, even more turkish and still fingering the smool poop. "flip, flip u," he replied.
They looked at each other with witchy feelings, like two deep, defiant demagorgon stabbing at a very poopy death home, which had death metal music playing in the background and two smelly uncles kissing to the beat.
Suddenly, flip lunged forward and tried to punch ur mom in the face. Quickly, ur mom grabbed the smool poop and brought it down on flip's skull.
flip's spiky balls trembled and her white weiner wobbled. She looked sad, her body raw like a barbecued, bored bed.
Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later flip was dead.
ur mom went back inside and made himself a nice drink of diabetes.
THE END
