You'd been CVed

[Guest]

I stood in semi-darkness. Not dark enough to see you lying down there.

There was a metal baseball bat in my right hand. It's a kind it goestink! when it gets connected to a hardball. But knowing you, you only know the plonk! of a softball impacting the bat. I know you are lame. Moreover, you are fat-assed (indentation on the couch!) But nevrmind, that now. Because you are dead.

Blood is everywhere. It's pooring around my feet. I'm spruttered by some. I smell it. I taste the sweet and salty. You, overall, stink. You shitted yourself as you lay dying. Your piss smells of, well.. piss outa fat person with too much greece.

I don't mind.

You are dead.

And you don't mind.

I'm fucking your cooling asshole.

You look kinda pretty being dead (maybe you be dead more often).

I can't bother orgasming so I piss in your asshole (my cum is too good for your dead anal love-shithole).

I continue to piss on your lifeless face to deface. I cisider deficating on your fat cheek, but even my shit is too good for you; so I just cut your head off your stiff body and micro-wave it for three minutes. It's as interesting as not jerking off, so I jerk off over your fat decapitated dead body.

I didn't cum.

You were too fat.

I'm too pretty for you, butthead.

Tongue my shithole, now (I command you)!

 

[Guest]

Panties in a wad, CV?

 

[Baron]

I choose to read this as George Steinbrenner's assault on what's left of the sport that people used to care about, namely Major League Baseball.

 

[cantdog]

Good man! Well said!

 

[Cherrie]

So heart wrenching! It sent the tears running down by legs.

 

[Baron]

So heart wrenching! It sent the tears running down by legs.

Oh don't say things like that. I'm weak as it is.

 

[Guest]

Boy, someone too my post too seriously.

Thanks for making my puter crush.