Shitchu the Pikachu and the Mailman
Shitchu walks into the bar where the Mailman is sitting and pulls up a stool.
Shitchu: Pika pee pika. (Yo. What up?)
Mailman: The norm. Deliverin mail.
S: Pee pee pee pika pee pika. (You're a really good fucker. Can we fuck again sometime?)
M: (touches Shitchu's leg slyly) You bet toots.
S: Pika PIKA PEE! (I'm not a woman!)
M: Oh, sorry. I forget sometimes since I'm a bi.
S: (grabs a beer) Pee pika pee pee? (Wanna play some blackjack?)
M: Sure.
Mailman and Shitchu walk over to blackjack table where Brock is dealing.
Brock: Place your bets so I can fuckin get outta here for my date.
S: Pika? (With who?)
B: Uh...Misty.
M: Misty's having another affair?
B: Yeah.
S: Pee pika pee pee pika. (Damn I thought I was the only one to have an affair with her.)
B: You should see the pictures Tracey got of her and Ash fucking. Ash sucks at fucking her. No wonder she's having affairs.
M: I want an affair.
S: Pika chu chu. (Shut your hole you bi.)
M: Hey! That's not nice.
S: Chu pee pee pika? (You wanna do somethin about it Mail Boy?)
M: No.
S: Pika pika. (Then zip it.)
M: Hit me.
Brock deals a card.
M: Hit me.....okay I'm done.
S: Pika. (Hit me.)
Brock deals again.
S: Pee chu. (Stop now.)
Shitchu and Mailman turn over their cards.
M: Damn you win!
S: Chu? Chu pee pika pee pee chu. (Huh? That weed musta done damage to your fried brain.)
M: Shut the fuck up.
B: Hey hey! No fightin.
S: Pika chu. (I can fight this punk.)
Shitchu throws Mailman through the blackjack table.
M: Hey! I'm bleeding.
Shitchu takes out a gun and shoots Mailman who goes unconsious.
S: Pika pika. (Not fuck for you tonight, bi.)
Shitchu leaves the bar.
Review now. Then read Pikachut Gets Horney, my fave story I wrote.
-Shmuck*