Board Thread:Art, Stories and Songs/@comment-25974603-20151124133853

Tommy Wieseau looked at the deflated condom dildo in his hands and felt pissed.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his great surroundings. He had always loved heaven Strip Club with its breezy, better Boobs. Lots of them.. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel pissed.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Morgan Freeman. Morgan was a dumb Eazy-E with burns your eyes pubic har and terrifying ass pimples.

Tommy gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a stupid, idiotic, man splooge drinker with ugly pubic har and horrifying ass pimples. His friends saw him as a jittery, jolly John Cena. Once, he had even helped a fancy Morgan Freeman's genitals cross the road.

But not even a stupid person who had once helped a fancy Morgan Freeman's genitals cross the road, was prepared for what Morgan had in store today.

The snow flurried like murdering cats, making Tommy.

As Tommy stepped outside and Morgan came closer, he could see the rough glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want free drugs," Morgan bellowed, in a moronic tone. He slammed his fist against Tommy's chest, with the force of 4148 dogs. "I frigging hate you, Tommy Wieseau."

Tommy looked back, even more and still fingering the deflated condom dildo. "Morgan, go die in a hole," he replied.

They looked at each other with sad feelings, like two light, little lions lickng at a very ignorant Funeral of ChickenAndBeer, which had N.W.A music playing in the background and two ignoramus uncles stabbing to the beat.

Suddenly, Morgan lunged forward and tried to punch Tommy in the face. Quickly, Tommy grabbed the deflated condom dildo and brought it down on Morgan's skull.

Morgan's burns your eyes pubic har trembled and his terrifying ass pimples wobbled. He looked happy, his body raw like a grisly, graceful genitals.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Morgan Freeman was dead.

Tommy Wieseau went back inside and made himself a nice drink of man splooge.

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