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Like I said, I was the first one to discover my mortally wounded grandma, all crouched over and lookin' at her hole, and whatnot.
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| Grandma!!! What's wrong?!! Why are you all crouched over lookin' at your hole and whatnot? And where's my fuckin' star?!! | |
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| If it was up yer ass you'd know!!! | |
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I mean, I loved her and all that you know, but she never shoulda' said that shit to me. But did she shut the fuck up? NO!! She continued on, severly compromising her chance to live any longer!
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| Where'd you say my star was??!!!! | |
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| It's that shiny, five-pointed, motherfuckin' object hangin' out the back of my fuckin' neck, you fuckin' jerk-wad!!! | |
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The only reason I even asked about the star was to be polite. That's when she got all up in my face. That's when it turned into a kind of a tragedy I guess you could say.
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| Why'd you go and curse me like that for? You gonna' pay for that shit!!! *stab stab stab, slice, slash, slice again and again, stab a few more times, rip rip, rip rip, rrrrippp, rrrippity doo-dah* | |
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