Twisted Yarn

Chris looked frantically at Jason, then at the ladies, then at the slowly approaching nutcase on his bike, pulling the weiners behind him.
"This shit is ridiculous!" he screamed, going into full-on panic mode.
Jason slammed the trunk shut and put his hands on his head in defeat looking back into the distance.
The two dirty birds, Cheryl and Patty, clucked frantically at one another, waving their hands wildly and spinning around dramatically in the middle of the road.
"Thank you both for saving our lives, but, I think this is the end of the line for us you guys!" Patty exclaimed. "Cheryl and I have PTA meetings to attend to, kids to cook macncheese for, and husbands to serve beer to. And by the way, I think my ESP is starting to wear off!"
And with that, a huge semi zoomed by, slamming the two filthy birds in its grill.
Jason and Chris looked at one another as the sudden death of the two women had them in awe.
Slowly in front of them, the hot dog weirdo cycled by, turning his head to look at them and stopping.
"Wanna buy my weenie?" he exclaimed, nodding down to his crotch.
His fly was open and his long, flaccid schlong, resembling an oversized cheeze-doodle, was exposed.