I have Writer's Block again. Plus I'm frustrated and pissed off, and need some one to vent to and to talk endlessly about South Park with. (Willing volunteers review xD) Actually review even if you don't give a crap about me. It'd cheer me up either way.

Writing a drabble for American Pie is hard. Seriously

South Park © Matt 'n' Trey, Songs © to the artists and writers

American Pie-Don McLean

Life is a bitch.

I don't know when exactly I realised it. Maybe I've always known it. Reality tends to slam down on you pretty hard when you're the poorest kid in South Park.

Don't get me wrong: I like life. Generally. I'm not one of those faggy emo kids who wish they were dead.

Life has it's good points.

Girls for one.

Kelly, she was good. Nice hair. Nicer boobs. Voice of an angel. Etc

Shame she ended up making out and dancing with that Jake kid. Prick. Just cause he's been travelling with that gay-ass choir longer than I did.

Tammy, she was even better. Or would have been, had she not given me syphilis and killed me. Kind of ended our relationship on a bad note.

Other good things...

Singing, in front of hundreds people all screaming my name and throwing roses at my feet.

Unfortunately my awesome country's armed forces had to end my career. Could have been worse I guess.

Friends, to hang out with, set cow crap on fire with, be there for forever. When they're not busy taking advantage of Butters and ignoring me, I guess.

Nah, I love the guys (non-gay way)-I would do anything for them.

I already died for them, gave my eyes to Cartman...

What's a little bodily mutilation between friends?

And family?

And random strangers?

I just wish I could have...her. But she'll be forever out of my league. Her and her beautiful smile, and nice ass...

Without her, I feel...incomplete. God that sounds faggy. True though.

Tap on my shoulder,

"Kenny?

I don't answer.

"Kenny, You busy this Friday?"

"Who wants to know?"

"Me."

"Changed your tune. 'Snot what you were saying earlier."

"I was wrong then. Come on, Kenny."

I smirk.

"I'll see what I can do."

Blood-My Chemical Romance

Oooh. Dying again,

How'd it happen this time?

Oh yeah.

Falling on spiked metal railings.

They hurt.

So does this actually.

Blood's a weird colour, don'tcha think?

Maybe someone can use it for paint or something...

Heaven or Hell this time?

Let's see, shall we?

Aw crap.

Lullaby for a Stormy Night-Vienna Teng

Gagh! Why's there a thunderstorm now? In the middle of a shift, that's just too much pressure!

Better have some more coffee...It'll be okay now.

Just hope the electricity holds out. If it goes, we'll all be in darkness, and I'll have to find the candles, and if I drop one-Oh Jesus! The whole place'll set on fire and I'll die.

Good thing there's only me here.

Oh wait...no.

Isn't that Rebecca Cotswolds. Oh God! Isn't she some kind of slut?

What if she tries to rape me?!

Please don't rape me!

Wait...how come you're shaking?

You're scared?

Don't be. Have some coffee. It'll be better then.

Come round here if you want.

It'll all be over soon.

You're a good friend too, Becca.

Tears To Shed-Helena Bonham Carter

Is it so wrong to hate your best friend?

I suppose it is, really.

But I can't help it.

It's always "Wendy this," "Wendy this."

It's never Bebe.

Never me.

I know she's prettier, she's smarter.

And I'm just the stupid blonde whore.

And I always will be.

Cause no one bothers to find out any different

Not even me.

My Heart Will Go On-Celine Dion

You've been gone a while now, Kenny.

I wish you were still with me.

You were the best brother I could've had.

Kevin is too.

But you were special.

Mom and Dad are pretty messed up without you.

Mom cries a lot, some days can't bring herself to get out of bed.

Dad just drinks more. He doesn't fight with Mom anymore. Just drinks. Kevin says if you drink more, you don't hurt as much. He must be hurting pretty bad.

Kevin has to look after me. He can't do laundry very well, and he's an awful cook.

But he tries, I guess.

I made a new friend today. Your friend Kyle's brother. He's cool. I like him a lot...

I love you Kenny.

Always.

You know that, right?

I hope you do.

Karen

Xxxxx

P.S. Tell the angels happy Christmas from me.

I put the piece of paper under my floorboard with the others. I'm saving them for when Kenny gets back.

No...he won't come back. Not this time.

I sigh, go through to the living room. Dad smiles at me, and Mom pulls me onto her lap.

"Happy Christmas, honey."

"You too, Mom."

Silence. And then...

Knock at the door.

I go. Throw it open.

And you're there. Orange parka'd and smirking.

I scream, and jump on top of you. I can't stop crying even though I'm so happy.

I shout for Mom and Dad and Kevin to come quick.

Dad stares at you, starts to say something.

"I'm real dad." You say. "I'm home."

"Fuckin' took you long enough." You pull him and Mom and Kev into a hug "God, I missed you son."

I'll give you your letters now Kenny. You've missed a lot.