Yes, I know I should be working on my other fanfic, but this idea just popped into my head, and if I didn't write it, my head might have exploded.
Disclaimer: I don't own South Park. If I did, I would make Kenny take his hood off more...
Monday…
He could tell right off the bat what kind of week he would have by what happened on Monday.
If he wasn't shot, stabbed, burned, crushed, trampled, poisoned, blown up, run over, or he didn't drown, choke, explode, implode, or die of some horrible disease, he considered it a good day, and most of the week went by without death.
If he did die, however, he was basically screwed.
God had apparently decided it was funny to kill him everyday. One day, after being shot for what seemed like the millionth time, he had called into the "Jesus and Pals" show, and spent ten minutes screaming every swear word he knew into the phone. What were they going to do, kill him?
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