Hey guys. I decided I'm gonna write a sequel for two reasons; because I wanted to, and to piss these guys off.
'Yes, you will get flamed for that, fucker. See? I can swear too. But I don't do it just for fun.
Oh and by the way, yes I can "wipe my own ass" you dickwad. I'm surprised you can, seeing as you misspelled "except."I have a feeling you're gonna keep insulting me, but I don't care, because the last time I checked I was allowed to state my opinion.' Sketchy Ghost
Well, that guy handled it better than this dude, who made me laugh a great deal. And if you're reading this, BJRose: fuck off. It's a free country. You can state your option but I can diss back, you piss ant mother fucker.
'You have problems.GO get some help.' BJRose for Chapter One
'yup so gay you suck at writeing so never try it again or die loser' BJRose for Chapter Three
Alright, before I say anymore, I just want to say that I know you guys told me to ignore these kidna people, but I do that anyway to humiliate them. I don't care if they flame me. It's a free country. But I have the right to call them: cock suckers, motha-fuckers, uncle-fuckers (I love South park, funny as Hell!), and piss ants. So…Well, I guessed that's it. Nope. here's a teaser for the next story:
'Zack fell into the bathroom and began to hyperventilate. His veins were white hot and he desperately needed something to calm him. He was too desperate. He would sniff a can of Lysol if that was what took the pain away.
And it passed. The veins were cool again and Zack could walk around without pain. He lifted himself from the ground uncertainly, then walked to his bunk and went to sleep.'
Alright, he's in rehab and he's still addicted to poor-mans cocaine.
That's it. This stories out. Bye.
-Fball
March 31, 2006 7:53 am, Central Time