This is my first story; so don't blame me if it's odd. *heheheheh*
Jim The Jock (epilogue)
There once was a dude named Jim who liked to work out. He was as muscular as a brown cow and could lift a lot of end-of-the-year-homework with his tongue.
(Those are REALLY heavy objects) But one day, he got run over by a three- year-old on a plastic tricycle. Jim then rolled around while clutching his butt squealing, "The pain! The pain!" The three year old then started laughing as he gave Jim a wedgie. "AAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!" Jim yelped. Then, the little kid hopped back onto his "hot rod," said "VAROOM!" and was off. But Jim still sat there, holding on to his right butt cheek, wincing in pain, when a squirrel came up and bit him on the nose just as he sneezed. "WhachooCH!" he sneezed/screamed. And with that, he ran home, more specifically to his butt and nose massager. "Ahhh. That's better," he said as he inhaled his 16th cup of coffee-tea. "Everyone needs a break some time," he said. The next morning, he woke up with a rear end swollen to the size of a cafeteria trashcan and a nose roughly the length of a meter stick. When he stepped outside, his right butt cheek got nailed by the three year old, and the little guy and his trike ended up in Asia a week later. "Aww man, now I'm gonna get a rash!"
Jim The Jock (epilogue)
There once was a dude named Jim who liked to work out. He was as muscular as a brown cow and could lift a lot of end-of-the-year-homework with his tongue.
(Those are REALLY heavy objects) But one day, he got run over by a three- year-old on a plastic tricycle. Jim then rolled around while clutching his butt squealing, "The pain! The pain!" The three year old then started laughing as he gave Jim a wedgie. "AAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!" Jim yelped. Then, the little kid hopped back onto his "hot rod," said "VAROOM!" and was off. But Jim still sat there, holding on to his right butt cheek, wincing in pain, when a squirrel came up and bit him on the nose just as he sneezed. "WhachooCH!" he sneezed/screamed. And with that, he ran home, more specifically to his butt and nose massager. "Ahhh. That's better," he said as he inhaled his 16th cup of coffee-tea. "Everyone needs a break some time," he said. The next morning, he woke up with a rear end swollen to the size of a cafeteria trashcan and a nose roughly the length of a meter stick. When he stepped outside, his right butt cheek got nailed by the three year old, and the little guy and his trike ended up in Asia a week later. "Aww man, now I'm gonna get a rash!"