Disclaimer: For those who don't know Real Mother******* News belongs to Mad
TV (you know, the show on TV) not me so don't think that this genius idea
belongs to me. Further none of the characters in this story. So that I am
not prosecuted, the views that I express in this story are FICTIONAL. I do
not mean to make fun of George W. Bush or his associates. Any law
enforcement agent or federal person(s) reading this has been told of its
content so please don't bust into my fu***** house and get all "FREEZE!" on
my ass. I sincerely thank all you mutha fu***** bi****s that read this
bi*** of a fu***** story.
A tv screen appears showing the words "REAL MUTHA FU***** NEWS" in bright red italicized letters. "Welcome to the show where real issues and real people are talked about, this is REAL MUTHA FU***** NEWS and I am Ten Chi Mu Yo your mutha fu***** anchor man. Today our show will be devoted to the real mutha fu***** issue of war with fu***** Iraq. Now I am here with the shows G** d*** real mutha fu***** national security and war advisor, yall give it up for the one and only mutha fu**** Ran Ma Saotome!" (a sign with applaud written on it lights up as Ran Ma enters the room) "Wass up yall mutha fu***** in this mutha fu***** bi***! Ran Ma said as he entered and sat on one of the mutha fu***** comfortable la-z-boy chairs specially made for REAL MUTHA FU***** NEWS. Now Mr. Ran Ma let's just cut to the mutha fu***** chase and get started. "Okay beeotch" said Ran Ma. "Now Mr. Ran Ma what do you think of war with mutha fu***** Irag?" Ten Chi said while smoking a joint. "Well I think that that ba***** Saddam best watch were the fu** he steps. I mean that mo-fo bi*** is getting mixed up in some pretty deep sh** with this whole chemical weapons sh**. I think that the fu**** should just give up all his weapons of mass destruction to avoid a mutha fu***** war with this country. Saddam best back of this country's grill or he get burned like ni*** in too much sun na mean? Plus if that bi*** starts a war it betta stop the hell soon because I don't want to go the fu** outside fearing for my G** d*** life. And 5 Cent's new album Get Rich of Die Tryin just came out and I want to go to the fu***** record store and buy that mutha fu****." "Hold that thought beeotch, right now we must go to the fu***** commercials. We will be back to REAL MUTHA FU***** NEWS soon. (the applaud sign lights up again and the people start clapping in the background as the tv camera zooms out of the two men sitting in the fu***** la-z-boy chairs)
So what did you think? I know the story is incredibly weird but please be honest with reviews. You can also email me as the people who read my last story so gratefully did (you sons of bi****s I will catch you and gut you ba*****s) thank you ^-^::
A tv screen appears showing the words "REAL MUTHA FU***** NEWS" in bright red italicized letters. "Welcome to the show where real issues and real people are talked about, this is REAL MUTHA FU***** NEWS and I am Ten Chi Mu Yo your mutha fu***** anchor man. Today our show will be devoted to the real mutha fu***** issue of war with fu***** Iraq. Now I am here with the shows G** d*** real mutha fu***** national security and war advisor, yall give it up for the one and only mutha fu**** Ran Ma Saotome!" (a sign with applaud written on it lights up as Ran Ma enters the room) "Wass up yall mutha fu***** in this mutha fu***** bi***! Ran Ma said as he entered and sat on one of the mutha fu***** comfortable la-z-boy chairs specially made for REAL MUTHA FU***** NEWS. Now Mr. Ran Ma let's just cut to the mutha fu***** chase and get started. "Okay beeotch" said Ran Ma. "Now Mr. Ran Ma what do you think of war with mutha fu***** Irag?" Ten Chi said while smoking a joint. "Well I think that that ba***** Saddam best watch were the fu** he steps. I mean that mo-fo bi*** is getting mixed up in some pretty deep sh** with this whole chemical weapons sh**. I think that the fu**** should just give up all his weapons of mass destruction to avoid a mutha fu***** war with this country. Saddam best back of this country's grill or he get burned like ni*** in too much sun na mean? Plus if that bi*** starts a war it betta stop the hell soon because I don't want to go the fu** outside fearing for my G** d*** life. And 5 Cent's new album Get Rich of Die Tryin just came out and I want to go to the fu***** record store and buy that mutha fu****." "Hold that thought beeotch, right now we must go to the fu***** commercials. We will be back to REAL MUTHA FU***** NEWS soon. (the applaud sign lights up again and the people start clapping in the background as the tv camera zooms out of the two men sitting in the fu***** la-z-boy chairs)
So what did you think? I know the story is incredibly weird but please be honest with reviews. You can also email me as the people who read my last story so gratefully did (you sons of bi****s I will catch you and gut you ba*****s) thank you ^-^::