From the mind of YopYop94...
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Chapter 1 |Shitty Job, Shitty Life|
"Shit! Shit! SHIIITTT! get the motherfucking marshmallows, NO! I said the fucking lucky recipe, not the crystal one! dont you dare fucking talk back to me! Goddammit! by my pot of gold I dont think we're gonna make it out of this shit festival!" "Lucky! those motherfucking LuckyMeths(tm) addicts aren't backing down!" "I know Walter just keep them at bay... I've gotta an idea to stop th-" "LUCKY! WE GOT BIGGER PROBLEMS!" "Oh my g-, what now?!" "Three letters F-B-I" "SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIIITTT! Them too man, I think it's gonna blow! WALTER HEADS DOWN HEAD DOW-" …Welp, this is it… my life's over SHEEIITTT man- I should of just stuck with General Mills, Man the hell is wrong with me I went from ruining children's health to well- ruining… children's health BUT STILL THIS WAS ILLEGAL, damn it … man if one of us live here hope it's you, at least you have something to go back to, your family, your- hell if I know this LuckyMeths(tm) fiasco was a complete and utter mistake good just thinking but how this started it's kinda funny, but hey I guess I get to go out with a bang right!
"Naw man, I ain't taking no more of this shit, Gen Mills you listen up here im make marshmallows and talk in some fucking skimpy-ass Irish accent for a living which barely gets my drunken alcoholic ass by in life." General-Mills turned to me and started to snicker "LISTEN! BIATCH! You are not in control of your contract I AM!" I stood up got in his face, and yelled in the formerly mentioned "skimpy-ass Irish accent" General backhanded me. MY cheek grew scarlet and I tackled General M. to the ground. Let's just say I lost my job, my contract, and my cereal but the General he lost a lil' something more.
So I had a mortgage… and General Mills' medical bills to pay off and no real form of income, so truthfully I went back to live in my parent's (or simply parent) house in the good ol' Meth Capital of the USA… New Mexico. "BITCHES IM BACK!" I yelled into the yellow door of my Father's Trailer… but nobody came… I took a step in the RV and heard a squishy-like noise as I naturally as my father was an Irish drunk who LITERALLY FOUND ME ON THE SAID OF SOME BAR IN TEXAS, I yelled once again "Hey! Dad the hell you doing ya piss drunk ass!" And so I continued to hobble through the pigsty of a trailer until I came to the bathroom and found my father's cold corpse resting leisurely in the bath tub "NOO! FUCK! FUKC FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUUCCCKKKKKK! DAD! NO! WHY THE FUCK DOES THIS SHIT HAPPEN TO ME!? GODAMMIT JESUS FU-" The cock of a gun interrupts me mid-sentence "Your daddy here didn't pay for the meth, so now listen here buddy this blue-crystal shit I make, it's not the most pricey thing in the whole damn world however stealing over 6 pounds now that's unacceptable buddy." The man stopped laughed and bludgeoned me with the end of his gun. I woke up to find myself in a trunk Where and what the fuck is going on? I thought.