Tuesday, April 12, 2005
survivors!
jason couldn't speak. his eyes wouldn't leave the bloated sack of fat in a shitfilled diaper laying on the car in front of him.
just close your eyes, damn you, look at the wall, look at freaking destiny's child, look anywhere. just stop fucking looking at this, he scolded himself silently.
"HEY ASS!!!"
jason was jerked out of his trance - he turned to see chris yelling at him. The fabulous ladies of Destiny's Child were obviously stranded, and they needed a ride.
"will they help us get this thing off the hood?" jason asked, jerking a thumb towards the whale of a corpse. he marvelled at how it already smelled 500 times worse than it did when it was living.
"don't mind my retarded friend here," chris said to beyonce. "uh... i think we're gonna go now," he said over his shoulder to the cop as he ushered the women towards the cavalier.
jason had retrieved a crowbar from the trunk. he slid it under manbaby and tried to use his weight as leverage to move the body. it wouldn't budge. chris walked over and tried to help. nothing. finally, with destiny's child standing on the crowbar singing the national anthem and the three men pushing downwards, manbaby started to roll. it was a sickly wet sound as he hit the ground, what looked like diarrhea oozing out of his wilted diaper. the guys and the rockinest r&b divas ever got into the car and peeled out.
"how the fuck am i gonna explain this one?" said dangle to himself as 5 more police units finally pulled up, with the cops camera crew in tow.
just close your eyes, damn you, look at the wall, look at freaking destiny's child, look anywhere. just stop fucking looking at this, he scolded himself silently.
"HEY ASS!!!"
jason was jerked out of his trance - he turned to see chris yelling at him. The fabulous ladies of Destiny's Child were obviously stranded, and they needed a ride.
"will they help us get this thing off the hood?" jason asked, jerking a thumb towards the whale of a corpse. he marvelled at how it already smelled 500 times worse than it did when it was living.
"don't mind my retarded friend here," chris said to beyonce. "uh... i think we're gonna go now," he said over his shoulder to the cop as he ushered the women towards the cavalier.
jason had retrieved a crowbar from the trunk. he slid it under manbaby and tried to use his weight as leverage to move the body. it wouldn't budge. chris walked over and tried to help. nothing. finally, with destiny's child standing on the crowbar singing the national anthem and the three men pushing downwards, manbaby started to roll. it was a sickly wet sound as he hit the ground, what looked like diarrhea oozing out of his wilted diaper. the guys and the rockinest r&b divas ever got into the car and peeled out.
"how the fuck am i gonna explain this one?" said dangle to himself as 5 more police units finally pulled up, with the cops camera crew in tow.
# posted by Steph Calvert @ 4/12/2005 10:19:00 PM 
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