Sometimes a small pneumatic combustion cannon is the right tool for the job. At least when the job is spraying blood and gore into a fine mist, anyways.
Prophet of Hate
Memphis, Murder Capital
Joined on 10/28/00
This chapter made me laugh, several times.
My favorite part was "Berry took advantage of Todd's sleepiness to duck under his arm, bolting into the apartment like a stray cat.
"Raz!" she cawed like a tiny harpy, "You better fucking be here." She finished under her breath.
Raz walked out of the bedroom, surprising both Todd and Berry by wearing nothing but a sheet.
"Oh, I've been fucking here. Been fucking TODD," he said with emphasis, nodding towards him. "You know, someone who actually gives a shit about me."
It supposed to sound uber snippy and faggoty, the way Raz couldn't WAIT to flaunt himself sexually. At the time I wasn't trying to be funny, but I have to admit, looking back, that shit's hilarious.
I mean, a fag and a chick fighting over the same dude who wants neither of them? PRICELESS.
YES! Like, I guess now I look like a total asshole for laughing, but what you said, the fact that it was two dudes and a chick, it just cracked me up. I'm sorry. lol
It was a very good chapter, I just enjoyed it more than I should've.
lol im a pervert.
Yes. Yes you are. Perv.