I Don't Own Futurama

Chapter 1…. Oh heeellllllllllll nah! P.S I'm black.

This Is Something More Fucked Up So You Better Read This Or Your Grandchildrens Organs Will Be Donated And Then Fed To Hobos!!!

Our first character, His Name Is So Long You Need Three Tape Recorders, but we will call him ……Screw It, that's his name live with it. Our setting sets in the future, as you have already guessed….DUH! I'm DONE WITH THE INTRO SO LETS GET TO IT!

Our character right now is scraping dead rodents from the road (which is his job), little does he know he will be fighting for his wasted, I just want to shit in my pants life. After using his magnetic shovel to scrape the robot raccoon off the road, he sees the love of his life walking down street Her Name Is So Long That You Need Five Tape Recorders.

She has one C cup one F cup for her breasts, and grade A meat in the trunk. She is so tall that you want to climb that tree. Her hair is as black as a stereotypical black man, polishing your shoes and picking your cotton field. She's a mutt of Asian and an alien from one of Jupiter's moons.

She passed by at 4:52 on the dot every day for a week now cause she just got hired as a dildo tester (yeah they still have dildos.) The End!

Kidding kidding… join us next time for more fucked up shit.