Arthur's (Adam's) Nut: Sry it was l8te, *cough cough, throws up middle Endocrine system* i was bisy bein liboor8ted bye Islam.
Mr. Krabs burst into the room, spouting great shafts of flame from his crustacean sphincter. "BOOOOOOOOOOY! I have something to tell you!"
He had failed to realize that his bastard son was ravishing his gay girlfriend lover in the hall outside. Sheepishly, his rectal inferno stopped in a puff of smoke, and he awkwardly left the room, which was rendered unto itself a stunned silence.
"BOOOOOOOOOOY! I have something to tell you! Again!" the fatherly decapod bellowed, rudely interrupting his son's orgy.
"Fuckin' what do you want?!" Narukami whined.
"Me boy…" started Krabs. "I have a terrible secret." His voice had started to develop a homely, Arkansas twang. "A secret that I've been hiding for…. oh, I don't know… fuckin... eighteen years!"
Yu's schlong instantly hardened to double the length (which is the same length because 0 times 2 is still0) at the sound of a potential mystery. "Go on," he urged.
"Well, me boy…" Mr. Krabs face turned dark. "I did not… have sexual relations… with that woman."
"Holy fuckballs!" exclaimed Naotoko, who was, until now, still rubbing Narukami's horse ejaculate into her ears. "Are you really-?!"
"Yes!" Mr. Krabs interrupted. "Yes… Yes, I am. And it's haunted me ever since. Now, let's get back to business."
A low noise erupted from deep inside the cancerous patriarch. It had a lovely tune to it. Mr. Krabs paid no mind to it, and scuttled away, leaving his illegitimate fruit of his loins to rock Naokotoko's world again. Narukami, however, had other plans.
*LATER THAT DAY IN FUCK-ALLS-VILLE*
The lunchbell ringed a mere seventy-two hours later. All of the sleep- and food-deprived students rushed into the cafeteria like prisoners during a riot. Narukami and his crew, however, meandered from wall to wall like one of those screensavers on old portable DVD players. Soon enough, they had found their normal seating arrangement at the 666th floor of the Junes Wal-StreetMart. It was almost Boxing Day, and the stuffed corpses of kangaroos were hanging from every streetlight, undulating in anticipation.
"So whatcha think's gonna be on the Midnight Channel tonight?" asked Kanji, his homosexuality showing itself very prominently with his erect nostril. Teddie could smell it. He, two, had several erect nostrils to smell it with. Inside his bear costume, he was stroking his three-femaletometer (look it up uncultured bich sharknadoes) ursine-human penis violently.
"I hope it's Girls Gone Wild! The new one from Bourbon Street!" yelled Chi. "Oh, imagine the melons on those chicks!" She started drooling. Two bad the limestone ground melted under the acidic goodness of Chie's sensually saliva.
"Maybe it'll be the new Presidential Debate," chimed Yukiko. "I just can't wait for Trump-senpai to make America great again!" Yukiko promply monswooned, and the force of it knocking all of Trump's head off his hair, leaving the rest of the gang to partake in a quite-literal Hillary Clinton circlejerk.
Once the Motly Crew of Bloody Mary Misfits (each absloutely gushing from each visual oriface butt the left ear canal and Kanji's fourth anus, located on his middle tricep) gathered around AI Ebihara's second corpse, because Naoki was too busy getting snug between the third corpse's labia lips. MRI Crabs climbed atop her voluminous bossom and used his astounding erectile dysfunction powers to separate his body from his Chell. Then they all gathered around his clammering chitin and witnessed what they have all been waiting for, the season finale of Storage Wars, though Rise wanted to watch the next episode of Signfield, so she settled on reading her rainbow.
All of a sudden, the cloch struck 9:74 o'reilly factor™, which is 12:00 am in Ouagadougou. The screen in Mistah Krabbs's mouth shell turned to static. King Moron, along with everyone else who gathered around Yu's scrumptious back door, collectively threw Mrs. Kashiwagi [a feat within itself, for her delicious jugs weighed at least 13.37 mol/kg each (Daisuke and Kou did most of the heavy lifting, Coup more than Dyeske because her 80085 were vaguely ball shaped)] because they were angry that they didn't get to the part with Wonder Woman telling the Teen Titans she was actually the won who overflowed all the men's toilets.
The screen static eventually smoothed out velvetly to show. . .
P.S. Fuck New Coke
P.S.S. really, its that bad
pee ess ess ess-its the spawn of Pepsi (all of them) and brussel sprouts with liver zealosly vomiting all over it in a shower of nuclear splooge
PLS R888 CUMINT ET SERBSLIB I LUV UR 8===D (smili fac)
