Last day of Summer with Emmoar and Janice

I wanted to sleep today because I knew that school is starting tommorow.

I didn't wanna go back because I knew that mr. rawrrawr is expecting detention with me on the first day, and he's always cuddly with me and stuff.

He's a pretty selfish guy underneath the desk.

I got a phonecall from Janice.

That heyena laughing whore.

She was like, "ANDY ANDY ANDY! UHMMM UHHH DO YOU WANNA PLAY WITH ME AND MY BESTEST FRIEND EMMOAR?"

"WE'RE GONNA LIKE HAVE LOTS AND LOTS OF FUN BEFORE SCHOOL STARTS SO I WAS JUST WONDERING IF YOU WANNA FUCK-- NO I MEAN PLAY WITH US!"

She said fuck.

She can't resist me.

She wants me.

I told her Yeah, fuck yeah I wanna go.

Then she says,

"YEAH! LIKE THAT'S LIKE TOTALLY AWESOME. GO MEET ME BY THE PARK. HEHEHEHHEHHEHEHEHHEHEHHEHHEHHEHEHEHHE"

I might get to fuck her friend too.

I've been thinking about fucking alot today.

I think I'm starting to turn straight again after not being around father for a really long time.

Mommy says that he's going to prison for a really long time for not wearing pants when he was walking me inside the DOTS.

Later I went to the park where they wanted me to meet up.

It was a prety bright and sunny day.

I hate this kinda weather.

There's always some happy sappy people in the park at this time.

I really hate those kinda people, being around them ruins my foundation and it like, totally destroys my skin.

I saw a really annoying orange skinned girl with super nappy green hair wearing white overalls skipping over here singing.

It was Janice.

I haven't seen her since I made her get HIV.

She was holding hands with a really large snowglobe.

I think it was a snowglobe.

I had a hard time seeing her face, so I didn't know what she looked like.

Her clothes were really tight and tiny, I think they were like 4 X's too small for her.

She really had a bad choice of colors too, she had hot pink shorts while wearing a brown furry fur coat.

You could see the stretch marks on her belly, and you can also see the scum and graffiti aroudn it too.

Janice skipped over to me and started laughing.

"HEHEHHEHEHEHHEHEHEHE HELLO ANDY, WE'RE HERE!"

Emmoar was breathing really hard, it sounded like it was echoing throughout the park.

"UHM, *BREATHS* HEY THERE, *BREATHES*"

Everytime she breathed the air got really moist and warm, and it smelled like baked beans too.

I didn't wanna be here anymore.

The atmosphere was foul and bad.

It stank too.

Janice grabbed my hand and started giggling.

"COMMON, LETS GO DOWN TO THE CREEK SO WE CAN STARE AT BIRDS HEHEHHEHHEHHEHEHHEE"

I love staring at birds.

It's like staring at cocks.

NOOOOO IM GAY AGAIN>

We were walking really fast down the hill.

We left Emmoar behind.

She took two steps every 5 minutes.

By the time we got there, we already wasted 3 hours.

Shanice pushed me to the bench because I was resisting her.

It was fine though, I always resist to do something.

Daddy liked it when I resist.

He says I'm more of a challenge instead of being easy unlike those other kids in the church playground.

Emmoar kept trying to get into the lake to get ahold of the ducks.

She was reall afraid of the water.

Janice told me that one time she got in the city pool, she permanently polluted it.

The City wasn't able to clean up the pool because there was some radiocative bacteria living there and once you step foot in it, the giant squid comes out and rips off your limbs.

I want my limbs to be ripped off.

That way I can use my leg to stick it up my ass.

Emmoar got ahold of a duck and started eating it. Raw.

Janice kept biting my ear and kept groping my chest.

She kept telling me how I'm a dirty boy and how she'll wanna iron my panties.

I got turned on when she told me she wanted to iron my panties.

Emmoar got really bored and was screaming at us.

"I WANNA GO BOWWWLLIINNNNNGGGGGGG"

She then fell on her back and started rolling up the hill and landed right back on her feet.

Janice kept holding my hand.

It was getting annoyihng because the orange paint from her skin is rubbing off on me.

We all walked down to the AL'S BOWLING ALLEY.

I never really liked this place because Al is allowing giant balls to be rolled down the alley.

I really liked it when they rolled down my throat.

Once we got in there Emmoar wanted to go bowl first.

She picked up the ball and was sweating blood and grease all over it.

She tilted over to let the ball go out of her hands and it rolled slowly down the aisle.

My lap was really sweaty too.

Only becuase Janice was sitting on my lap and her booty juice was getting all over me.

I took a sip of that booty juice every now and then but then sometimes I spit it out when I tasted menstrul blood.

Her laugh was so horrible.

"HEHEHEHEHEHEHE DO YOU LIKE IT ANDY??????? DO YOU LIKE IT???????"

Al saw that the entire place was getting really sweaty and bloody and he was screaming at us.

He kept yelling about how we're scaring away the customers and how he slipped and fell on a lake of red and brown liquid.

We didn't know what he meant by brown liquid til we looked at Emmoar's jeans.

Emmoar got really angry at Al because those are the only pair of jeans she own that is big enough to fit 30 hippos.

She started screaming and shouting and deafening the ears of the deaf orphans who live next door.

Emmoar grabbed the bowling ball in the aisle and smashed it on Al's head and his guts were exploding everywhere.

Everywhere in Emmoar's mouth.

I really couldn't see anything because Janice kept jumping up and down the seat and kept calling me Santa Clause and wanted to get the presents in my bag.

By bag she meant my pants.

A little deaf orphan boy ran into the place and was screaming and shouting,

"AHHHHH I WANNA GO TO THE CARNIVAL OUTSIDE"

We hurry-edly ran outside because we heard that there was a carnival outside.

Janice grabbed my head and Emmoar was on 23 skateboards.

As we arrived to teh carnival there was really pretty balloons and clowns and popcorn and horsepoo.

It just reminded me of the time that momm promised that she would take me to the carnival if I would fix the sattelite dish so she can get dressed in her business suit for PPV.

Janice kept eyeballing me again.

This is too much attention coming from a beautiful beast like her.

I saw Emmoar trying to pop balloons with a dart and she injured 4 workers in the stand already.

I like chicks who can injure people by accident.

I told Janice if she can get me lubricant and some rubber gloves and to meet me behind the elephant cages.

She left as soon as I said the word "some"

I walked up to Emmoar while checking her 5th breast for any lumps.

I was feeling on those wet booty cheeks of her as they were absorbing my hand.

Emmoar turned aroundand tried to stare atme.

She tried but she couldn't even look at her own feet.

I quickly jumped on top of her and was quickly performing the PELVIC THRUSTT.

Emmoar was roaring and breathing fireballs and tried to get me off her back.

She swang around and tried to twist her tail to whip me off and tried to spread her wings to see if I can pop out.

But it was too late.

I came.

Janice came back and started screaming when she saw this.

She was like,

"EMMOAR YOU FUCKING WHORE"

She grabbed a pretzal and broke it.

Emmoar got really furious.

she was charging at Janice, while I was still on her back.

Janice started to claw and pinch Emmoar with her sharp wolf-like nails.

Emmoar was just spewing naval juices at Janice, hoping that the acid will slowly digest her so that she'll become easier to eat.

I got off of Emmoar's now wet back and screamed STOPP!!!

Janice took the fist out of Emmoar's vagina and stopped.

Then I started my first quotation speaking that I don't think that I've done in a while.

"Look guys, I learned something today.

You shouldn't fight over me, because I'm lovable.

There's enough of me to go around once the little nerdy asian kid in class is able to create a cloning device."

Janice started tearing up orange stuff.

Emmoar started tearing up oily stuff.

The sunlight shined on Emmoar's tears and she lit up on fire.

Janice jumped in to try to save her but ended dying along with Emmoar.

In the end, I jerked off to everything.

The shirtless man

I went school shopping today by myself.

Mom was busy taking her male clients to hotels to check out which rooms they would like to "talk" business in and dad was laying in the bathtub upside down.

I walked 15 blocks to Wal-Mart because it has incredibly nice savings that won't pinch my emo wallet.

When I walked into the store a man with frizzy hair and glasses walked up to me and greeted me.

"Hello, welcome to walmart!" His last words were.

I was so terrified.

He had a strange look in his eyes.

He was turned on by my feminine features.

I stuck my hand in my pocket.

Then I pulled my emo knife and sliced his throat and blood was gushing everywhere all over the nice clean tiled floor.

I stuck the knife back in my pocket and quietly walked inside the apparels section.

I was looking for some really skinny jeans and really tight shirts that shows off my curves.

I found this really nice pair of jeans call MUDD.

It was really cute, it had flowers on the booty part of it.

I took the jeans and asked the lady if I could go into the fitting room.

She looked at me and said, "Aren't you the guy that the security guys are looking for that's a threat lvl 5?"

I did my little queer hand movement and told her that only one person can use that pickup line on me and that's my dominatrix clients.

She gave me the little plastic thing to hang out by your door.

She told me room 5 is empty.

So I walked into room 5 and placed the little thingy by the doorknob.

As I began to pull my pants down, I saw something.

It was a man  facing in front of me, with his shirt off.

He was a really skinny, with a 5 o clock shadow whos balding in the front and has alot of hair on his chest and arms.

He looked at me and said 

"Hey, isn't this the ladies dressing room?"

I looked around and saw a bunch of chick magazines and thongs on the ground. I peeked out the door and saw girls walking into dressing rooms.

I guess the lady stuck me in the ladies dressing room because of my feminine features.

He was glaring at me really hard, scoping me up and down at my awesome curves.

"So uhhh.. What's up"

I told him sup.

He told me to lift my shirt up.

I told him no.

He asked me why not.

I told him I was shy.

He said common, he's pretty hawt.

and indeed, he was hawt.

so I lifted up my shirt to show him my scars

he jumpe and freaked.

he yelled, "WHAT THE FUCK??? ARE YOU LIKE A ZOMBIES OR SOMETHING??"

I told him that sometimes when I don't feel like cutting my wrists that I try to take my organs out.

He started freaking out and started rubbing on himself.

He kept yelling "GOING INTO MY HAPPY PLACE, GOING INTO MY HAPPY PLACE"

and then he ran out screaming and crying.

The employees were shouting out, "LOOK ITS THAT KILLER!"

They jumped him and beated the crap out of him.

Ran out of cheetohs

I was sitting in the couch one hot summer day because people like me who wear black alot get sunburnt really badly.

It's like, not my fault that my skin is so pale and sensitive to the sunlight.

Mother wouldn't buy me sunscreen because she thinks it's a crime to walk around with white stuff rubbed all over your boday.

It's funny though because she has white stuff all over her mouth most of the time but she's never been arrested before for it.

I was sitting on the couch watching Buffy the Vampire slayer.

My dad recorded these when I was younger, to keep me preoccupied when he's out jerking off behind Dairy Queen.

I was sitting there, munching on cheetos.

I really like cheetohs.

I love rubbing the oranginess on my shirt after I stick them past my dry chapped lips, and into my wet, moist mouth.

I also love sticking them in my hair, so that it'll look like hairclips.

I also like stucking a whole bunch in my pants so that every guy out there in the world will know that I have a big package that god delivered.

As I was sticking my hand in the bag for more cheetohs, I couldn't find any.

I dug my hand deeper, and deeper into the bag, fisting it reall hard to find any bits of cheetohs that I can find.

I started sweating alot, then I spread my fingers out and fingered it as much as possible, even if my fingernails are dirty and orange.

After a half an hour of cheetoh digging, I gave up.

There's no more cheetohs.

I started crying real bad.

Like, really really really really bad.

At first I was like, WHAAA WHAAA WHAAA WHAAA WHAA WHAAAAA WHAA WHAAA HWAAAA

then later I was like SNIFF SNIFF HEEE HEE SNIFF SNIFF SNIFF HEE HEE

then after that I was like TEETEEETEEETEEETEEETEEETEEETEEEETEEEEEETEEEEETET

My parents came home from counseling and saw me laying on the ground.

My dad looked at me and said "He's getting ready for later. Better get that ass warmed up."

Mom looked at me and said "WHAT THE FUCK IS YOU FUCKIN DOIN TO MY MONDAY-FRIDAY RUG YOU PIECE OF SHITZOFRENSIC DISORDER"

Then, there I noticed it.

My mom had a bag of Cub Foods in her right hand.

I sniffed and sniffed.

I walked over there and whiffed the bag.

I smelled cheetohs.

She slammed the bag in my face and told me to get the fuck out her sight.

Then after I opened the bag, I came.