| booker |
04-30-2003 12:08 PM |
Probably some chink loser who drives a Civic with a type R sticker, racing stripes, blasting really bad rap music through his suburban area with your pretentious "I?m 21 but I?m still in high school girlfriend" while driving with his hand up on the top of the steering wheel exposing his underdeveloped pasty white vitamin deficient arm and wearing his backwards BS upside down visor hat while feeling the tacky as a "Florida vacation" single diamond earring in his ear. With any luck the sun in its precise celestial positioning as he putter on by...will reflect its scorching rays into his earring, bouncing intensely in his rearview, and finally making contact with his eyes through the thin cheap lense of $5 gas station Oakley rip off glasses.. then burning his retnal cones into smoldering melting gobs of ocular material as he is blinded by the purest form of energy in our known universe, and as he screams no one can help or hear him because they don?t know what?s going on since the weed whacker sound of his shitty tiny little muffler which makes the Civic sound like a 747 rages on underneath making everyone turn at disgust and comment to thier husbands or wives how much of a dickweed he are by attaching that automotive abnormality to his stock economical daily driver engineered by Japanese Automotive specialists to fit the needs for entry level business workers in their early 30's, however his pathetic looking $11,000 car which he wants to look like a friggin spaceship with redundant ground effects is now out of control since he is blinded, and as his car plunges off the side of a cliff while he screams in the purest form of terror while knowing he has lived a horrid excuse for a life, by doing the bare minimum in every facet of existence, while getting fired from one pathetic job to another, the majority of his time spent slacking smoking dope, getting kicked out of school, polishing his "game" on sweet innocent underage girls he eventually 'de flower' through exhaustive yet succesful attempts to get the date rapist drugs you have stashed in the glove compartment, into his poor victims drinks while offering them to take the "Pepsi Challenge" while making his mother hate him, and his poor father who wishes he had a daughter instead of his pathetic ass, since a girl would be more of a man than he ever was, like the occasion when he was hit in the arm by a wild pitch in little league, then cried like a fat kid who dropped his ice cream cone, I'm already envisioning him impacting the rocks below, in a spectacular fireball ignited from the residue hairspray from his girlfriend plastered in the fabric passenger seat, blinded by his earring, deafened by the loud "Bling Blingin", and I will smile and roll around on the ground in orgasmic delight while his consumed by flames whose intense heat and fury will liquefy his bone marrow that I will use to make jelly beans out of and eat them happily at his funeral as midgets dressed like Alex 6005321 from "A Clockwork Orange" dance around his coffin to loud industrial style techno music and strobe lights, and I will sleep soundly at night knowing another successful conquest of Darwinism has been attained.
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