Don't say it. Don't say a WORD. UHNKAY. I DON'T NEED YOUR SHIT. JUST. READ IT.
"Shit! OMG! NOWAI! WHAT!!"
They all now knew that Max's loser ex Bee Eff was a stupid loser who plays with his asshole in the shower. And when I say 'they,' I mean EVE-R-Y-ONE. Sweet jesus. I mean, eve Perez Hilton, not to be confused with the lady lumps from the previous chapter, had posted a blog about it, getting a pic and MS Pant-ing on "Smelly Pooface Bitch" with little squigglies coming out to symbolize bad odor. That's cold.
Max basked in her glory as all of her friends and friend's friends had their way with the poor sap.
"You're never gonna get laid in this town again!" One girl groaned as she bent down to poop on the sap, leaving it on his chest and rubbing it around with her heel.
"YOU STILL OWE ME TWELVE HUNDRED DOLLARS SHETBAG!" Max barged through as the crowd temporarily dispersed, and Max took his wallet. "Hello, DEBBIE CARD. MEET YOUR NEW MOMMY." Looking back down to him, she snarled.
"When we EVEN got a DOG, you still break up. PATCHES! COME FORTH!"
Max's farily primped, never-seen-until-now-fuckyouit'smystory dog appeared, a small, gutsy tyke that chewed on the man's ear.
Satisfied with their destruction, The Flock Posse made their way home to get Angel a morning-after pill and shower for her troubles.
in the meantime.
"UR MAI X BF FOR EVA DECK!!" Max shouted from Fang's car. "YOU CAN LICK MY FUCKING CLIT!!
Slam.
FOR ONCEE!!" And they drove away.
THERE! CONCLUDED! Yeah. Um. Sorry this took really really long. I kind of changed as a person, and left this all behind. But I can guess I can continue it. I have an entire week to myself, what else am I going to do? Expect Where Do You Think You're Going In That? and What R U Guys Talking About? Before next week's end. Peace.