Disclaimer: i don't own south park. if i did all this would be real. and it would be about the goths. not stan and that lot.
Notes: I wasn't sure what the ratings were so i'm kinda gonna rate it a T. if you got a problem with swearing, reveiw and i'll edit most of the swearing out.
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Light poured through the blinds as I woke up. I really needed a coffee so I trudged downstairs but I never expected what would've happened. I mean it's only getting an fucking coffee, what could go wrong? Stan Fucking Marsh could go wrong that's what. The asshole of a conformist was sitting on MY table, drinking MY coffee and reading MY poetry book. So I did whatever any sane person would do if somebody broke into their house and started drinking their coffee. I punched him in the face. Not hard. It was 9 am after all. And I hadn't had a coffee yet.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?" the little baby cried (He's the same age as me but he definitely doesn't act it. I've seen Georgie act older than him.)
"WHAT THE DO YOU MEAN WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR YOU BROKE INTO MY FUCKING HOUSE YOU FUCKING RETARD"
"I DIDN'T BREAK IN THE DOOR WAS WIDE OPEN"
"AND? IF YOUR FRONT DOOR WAS WIDE OPEN I WOULDN'T JUST WALK IN AND STEAL YOUR COFFEE"
"YES YOU BLOODY WELL WOULD! AND YOUR LITTLE FRIENDS ASWELL!"
"JUST GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"
"WHATEVER ASSHOLE" then he left thank bloody god. Eww. He touched my favourite coffee mug. That's gross.