story by Norm and Paul
music by Dave
see Norm's page under the Youtube name nrm333
The extensive bunkers were equipped with a nuclear warhead (they claimed) and their plan of attack centered on Los Angeles, where the aliens were most strongly established--They were using it as their point of "assimilation"--In other words, they've been there a long a time--Well even before World war Three broke out--And as the rest of the world destroys itself they are already making L.A. and Vegas their home.--O.J. Simpson has been broken out of jail in Las Vegas, and he is President there, with Tom Cruise and his sex bitch Barbara Streisand ruling L.A. from Universal Studios with Charles Manson (free at last!) as wisest advisor and right hand man...
The massive cloud of red black smoke from all the various gangs fighting in the distance was for some reason making me a tad bit nervous. The dam meth I had been consuming along with the morning shots of prozac had my hands shaking like they never had before. Was I Vimps or was I Norman? And where the fuck was Chuck? Some how I was back in my city and for all I know everything is just a dream or nightmare in my head. I get so fucking confused all the time from lack of sleep. But one thing was for sure. I had cracked the new alien egg and was shooting some of the best crack in any universe. My paranoia tried to kick in, but I just gobbled 4 more xanax bars, and shot the last of my morphine I had stolen off those two dead junkies that I could have swore were fucking narcs. Had to take care of that edgy feeling. One of my crew came back to fill me in on the fighting between the under cover piggies and those dam stinky beaners, the Loco Vatos. This little maggots name was Nancy Fawcet. The son of Farrah Fawcet. He had a sex change and now went by the name of Nancy. He was a withering pathetic specimen of a human being always wanting to suck cock for another hit of alien space crack. I kept him around for shits and giggles. His doctors made twat was infected and trying to close back up. It was encrusted with goopy greenish pus filled blood bubbles and feverish scabs that stunk up our camp half the time. And Nancy would still think that he was a sexy woman. Always trying to come on to my cracked out gang members as if one was going to eat, and lap that grotesque pussy he flaunted so badly. One dude in my gang, named Billy, who was basically only a torso with a long banana shaped dick from being blown up during the second invasion was just sick enough to do it one night... He chowed down on all that rot, and Nancy loved every minute of it... I had some of the boys film it, and I blew Billy's brains out after the filming with my special gun I kept for killing certain sickos. Sent the video to the then leader of the Loco Vatos. With a dead rose wrapped inside the anal crevis of a dead pig. With a message inside the pig's anal canal. Asking: Seen Chuck lately? I lay back in my chambers with my favorite pet for the time, Nancy. Laughing my head off with an arsenal of weapons surrounding me. "Master, oh master... I have some news for you", Nancy said... Withering around on the floor trying to untie himself from my rodeo rope, as I kicked him non-stop in the mouth wondering why he wouldn't die. What news would you have for me you sperm of Hollywood scum? Do you know Nancy I use to have a huge poster of your mother on my wall when I was a boy and I would jack off to the thought of her every night and this was before I had even formed any sperm in my gigantic testicles! Nancy stared at me, his shaking hands reaching for this crusty needle I had used last week... Master... I have information for you. And I do not ask for much from you... but never... ever... mention my mother in those terms again... or... or... slobbering saliva dripping from his mouth I felt sort of sorry for him and what I had said about his dead mother... So I picked him up off the ground and kicked him across the room like I was punting a football, and he flew into a glass mirror. His head half cracked open, his bloody deformed body laying on the floor. We both started laughing. What information could you have for me oh sweet Nancy boy?-- The king of pop, he's dead. His heart gave out from all that drug addiction. Master... oh master. The best part about it is is..." "Go on ... what what? is the best part about it? He sure wasn't no Elvis. And we all know about the Elvis issues around here in this camp so whats the best part about the king of pop dieing today?" I asked. Nancy stood up and grabbed his backpack. I was stunned when he pulled out the head of Michael Jackson. It was embedded in some sort of slippery stream of alien guck inside a crystal ball. "Oh master,, oh master... and this is not even the best part. Watch!" A long cord came from the back of the king of pop's dead crystal ball head. And Nancy plugged it in and my mouth was now wide open...
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Crack City (part 10)by redpaul791,630 views
you need to get a life man your altered perception on life just makes you come off as deranged psychotic and completely idiotic apparently you were born without a brain you damn ignorant prick keep living in the 90's when grunge was cool and it was ok not to give a shit because you feel like a worthless fuck well i got news for you YOU ARE A WORTHLESS FUCK!! lay off the drugs
joeltang9 2 years ago
why are you pretending in a meaningless text that you have some kind of Kingly authority over me; "Lay off the Drugth!" you lisp, as if you were a drill sargeant in my batallion--that doesn't make any sense you know, since you don't know me and I could end your pathetic little world with the wave of a finger.
redpaul79 2 years ago
Wow I can not believe that you are human You are really sick
Dstyge 2 years ago
i cant believe you dont get irony--are you a subnormal or something?
redpaul79 2 years ago
the poor guy doing a bunch of surgeries just to get accepted
510heart510 2 years ago
he was a fucking genius artist and you don't know shit
redpaul79 2 years ago