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Sara Lee
10/29/06
Creative Writing V
Why Bottles Hurt
Sara’s Forehead
Once upon a
time, there were 3 friends: Jake, Sara, and Satan. Satan was an extremely sexy
beast. Yeah Baby! Oh Yeah. Jake was beautiful in that simple angelic sense.
Sara was just a whore with herpes and syphilis. Satan and Jake decided to toss
around a bottle that they found off of Sara’s cluttered junkyard of a floor. So
they began tossing back and forth, the wind blowing through their hair, the
bottle being tossed around like a ship on the waves of athleticism. Suddenly,
Sara pipes up, “What the hell are you doing?” She asks in a bellowing in a
shrew-like shriek. Jake turns, a grim smile plastered across his face. “We’re
just playing around, whorebag.”
Hearing
this, Sara went into a rage of red-hot fury. Satan chuckled and handed a bottle
to Jake. Satan then pointed at Sara, saying, “One hundred points if you can hit
the slut.” Jake nodded, determination glowing in his eyes and like Zeus curling
back his arm, with a mighty thunderbolt clutched in his fist, Jake threw the
bottle with a tremendous force. The bottle soared towards the slut’s brow and
then bounced off of her brow, leaving a huge, hideous, red wound, as it
clattered uselessly to the ground. “What the hell?!” Satan and Jake laughed
uproariously in the divine fashion of evil as Sara withered in pain and
torment.
THE
END WHOREBAG!!!!!
P.S.
Steph’s gonna kill your herpes infested ass! Peace out dawg!
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