story by Norm and Paul
music by Dave
My head hit the concrete wall and I saw purple orange lights--I caught brief flashes of a black insectile she demon with a footlong whiplashing green forked tongue. The hell cunt was on me, thrashing me against the walls and floor with enough force to shatter the ancient cement and send me to the edges of consciousness.
I had my trusty Enfield still in its shoulderholser--If I could just reach it--All the sudden the room filled with noise like a jet exploding and ten million flashbulbs blind me--Ed McMahon's head appeared for a moment amid blasts of sulfuric smoke and now Hank, Shit and Norman appeared standing there, the crazy bikers holding M-16s. Mr Shit's voice echoed through the subatomic Ether--"What the FUUUUCK?????"--in his backwoods drawl.
"I got you, Vimps!" Hank shouts. He shot the hell bitch through her third red eye. She made a sound like ten thousand cockroaches dying in bubbling tar.
Norman helped me up. "You okay, dude?'
My head was all smashed in on the right side. I couldn't find my balance, but otherwise I was ready for my next hit of space crack and a Jack Daniel's. I showed Hank what was inside the cardboard box and he said "NOW we've got a fighting chance." I'm not sure what he's got planned, but he might be right--It just might be our last chance. I heard Kid Rock whimpering and now I see him in a heap, sobbing, clutching his demon bitch lover's rapidly disintegrating ectoplasmic corpse. Han was about to put him out of his misery when a dying Hasselhoff fetus queefed out of the demon's snatch and devoured Kid Rock's head in a single peristaltic succubus chomp with six rows of teeth. We all pulled iron and blasted it away before it could break into its inevitable creepy rendition of "Hound Dog" or "The Ghetto".
I awoke to find myself back at camp with Nancy fiddling around with my toes.What are you doing you sick fuck! Get off my toes! I screamed. Ohh yes.. Oh yes master.. So sorry
Something was sticking out of one of my pockets. I pulled out this long silky blood covered pimp hat. It was kid rocks.
HA! A little souvenir I must have saved! Nancy had a gigantic opened umbrella shoved up his man made eroding pussy. He was determined not to let his vulgar love shaft close back up. He was trying to fight the natural reaction his body was having to his cock being cut off with this big gaping hole of slime implanted between his legs. I got out of bed and kicked him in the face and ran to the trunk of my car to grab the jacko head and plug it in.
I was murdered, those bad men murdered me for my money and because I liked to sleep with little boys in my peter pan never land of rollercoastered syringe filled love, just ask my sister Janet, she will tell the truth.
I dont care about how you died jacko, I want information to help with the resistance! Understand! Tell me about king plopo now that his son is dead! I screamed, shaking his head around till his eyes looked like a sputtering pinball machine about to tilt. Wacko Jacko's head began twitching around and he started singing man in the mirror. Nancy started dancing around opening his umbrella and closing it. It worked like a fan wafting his pussy stank all over the room.
'I just love this song! Nancy yelled."
I grabbed Nancy and slammed his face into my knee. His teeth came flying out and his un conscious body fell backwards. I had on my combat boots and in a fit of anger I smashed down my right foot on his face as hard as I could. His head exploded like a watermelon and his body flopped around twitching into spasms. Next I grabbed the whacko jacko head. "I hate that song!" I screamed and was about to smash it into a wall but it electrocuted me and my body shot backwards."Dont like that song Vimps? How bout this one, this one goes out to Norman, who is sitting all alone with his cat drinking vodka and cranberry juice!" Jacko's head started singing "Do'nt stop till you get enough don't stop till you get enough!"I pushed my security buzzer and two of my cracked out Neanderthals came running in."Sir how can we help?" this particular annoying soldier of mine asked.. drool and alien cum dripping down his chin.His name was Bojo. "Bojo, come here for a minute," I told him. "JES boss? What boss?" he asked me, dumb founded and brain dead.I pulled out my Enfield from under my pillow, held it to his head and blew his brains out all over my luxury pent house room.My other soldier stood there looking more retarded than ever. 'Dont just stand there you idiot! Go get some of the other buffoons and start cleaning this mess up! I got work to do!" I gave the Michael Jackson head a dirty look as it continued to sing "Dont stop till you get enough.' "fuck you!" I screamed at it, somewhat scared of getting electrocuted again. I went way down into my secret bunker to continue working on my wormhole. It was almost complete.
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Must watch this if you want to know whats really happening in Israelby koolomwee23,401 views
wow... this it 2 long... like a full book.... good stuff.... great imagination you have :-)
toddsilverngold 1 year ago