Hmm lemme make up a random story while ive got time to burn...
Billy was walking down the street, when he ran into a man by the name of Desmond tutu. Billy was pretty fearful of Desmond because Desmond had a beer in one hand, Fosters i presume, and a 12 gauge shotgun in the other, whilst standing next to a bank. Desmond also had a bag in his hand with a '$' sign on it. Billy, being the delightful lil nipper he is, was very curious, and because he is so young, did not know the capabilitys of a 12 gauge shotgun, and of how Desmond could blow his nuts clean off with it, asked Desmond ' Sir, why are you standing next to the bank with that big gun and a beer?'. Desmond to his surprise looked a lil billy, and said ' Run along now hommy, don't want you'lil butt gettin wasted when i start bustin a cap in dis negro's butt. Now scram Foo!' Billy, still curious asked ' Whos Negro butt are you gonna bust a Cap in Sir?' Desmond replied ' Well Holmes, when dis fool finish's robbin dis bank right here, I'm gonna run over to his, 12 Gauge his butt, and take the money, den when da police come, dey gonna think it was his black butt and not mine, ya diggydy?'. Billy happily replied ' Well poop Negro, why didnt you say so, Slap me somma dat sweet money when you waste dis biatchs butt and ill keep ma lil trap shut fo da police'. Desmond was shocked.
The End.
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