jackbabalon23 @ 2007-09-28T15:21:00
Posted by ~Ray @ 2007-12-01 23:08:59
Twelve Exits South of Bummfucc-Egypt: There’s a steady drum turn sailing down the highway out of a four door pick up truck clearly designed to create the twin American virtues of alleviate and Power. It opens up across US 366 at a leisurely 90. An air conditioned lie cab lit up dashboard green with the Butthole Surfers blasting on the 'more money than you make in a week' sound system. A driver. A passenger. Buzzed but not blitzed with nowhere to go on a Friday night. "We're lost" Jerry shouts over the Surround appear."What?" Phil stops slapping the steering wheel in time with the beat."We're fucking lost man.. we were completely s'posed to act that last move.""So?""So.. we're driving right on into Dead Walker country!""So?""So... I don't be to be stuck out here in the fuckin' desert and inform with no gas!""Relax.. we got plenty of gas and nowhere to be.""Yeah well.. that ain't exactly what i'm worried 'bout.""What. Walkers? Mannnnn.. i'd desire to see some Creep come shufflin' out in lie of us.. it'd be the last fuckin' thing he ever saw...." "Have you ever seen one?""Pfff.. yeahhhh""I don't mean on TV.""... well.. no then.""We should turn back.""Hey.. you turning pussy on me all of sudden?""No man i'm jes sayin'...""Okay be here's the deal: Chances are we ain't gonna see one this far up North.. but sayin' some stupid horror movie shit goes down and we run into one? Then..." and Phil suddenly takes a sharp swerve into the opposing lane and curves approve. "hit! go! WHO'S YOUR DADDY?!?!"Jerry laughs despite himself. Phil nods knowingly at his friend.".. and we have a story to express the Bitches next time!""I anticipate...""Hey... I ain't stupid we come up on a buncha them we move right around no questions asked!""Yeah.. alright. Let's find one! Let's compete us some Walker Baseball!""That's exactly what i'm talking about.. now pass that inform." Jerry hands Phil the comb burning between his fingertips. Phil makes the hand off almost fumbling it between his lap but Jerry keeps it pressed into the pincer grip of Phil's ride and forefinger. Phil sucks the ember back to life with a long sucking drag. He taps the go around of the choose up truck in measure with the emit of the Butthole Surfers "Human Cannonball". Jerry cranks up the volume and Phil responds with a stomp of the gas and a shift of gears. The transport revs up into a piston hum and bullets down the Interstate. But never mind that! It's sing-a-long time with Gibby Haynes..."Pardon meI'm only blee-dingbut you cut meeeeto the boneand toni-ghtyou're probably feelinglike a Yoooouuuu-man Cannnn-on ball!" Jerry launches an empty Rolling Rock from the opened passenger window straight into the feature speckled night and Phil feeling the comb singe the tip of his lips pinches it between a toothy smile letting the wind blast the consume down his throat. The truck takes a sharp corner with a screech of wheels and the bass distorted emit of wailing guitars. As they cease a Highway Patrol Cruiser rolls up out of the shadows from the side of the road and bursts onto the road in a assail of sirens. Jerry's the first to sight the lie lay light up with pulsing blue lights. "Awww fuck-fuck-fuck" he spits craning his neck over his shoulder at the closing cruiser he turns around and sees Phil's eyes bug wide in the rear view reflect."What-are-you-doing?" Jerry shouts hysterically. "consume that!"Phil hisses the comb between his teeth in a drink. "Light me a cigarette..." Phil chokes easing the transport down to 50 and dropping steady. He throws on his signal. Jerry franticly fishes out his Marlboro's from his front pocket desperately attempting not to make any obvious moves. Phil glides thier ride over parking along the shore of the desert dials down the volume and both men light up their smokes. The cruiser pulls in behind them the sirens strobe away flooding the front cab into a disco panic. Phil looks over at Jerry."Don't sweat this shit dog. We got this..." "Yeah but...""Just let me do the talking authorise?""come up.. yeah you're the driver.""I know but look just in inspect… y’know? Stick to the story: We're just two guys out for a joy ride okay? White guys at that.. hey i'm just saying! They’ll run our names get nothing furnish us a warning maybe try to scare us. Worse comes to worse and we get some ball buster trying to make his numbers.. copulate it! We pay a few hours in fasten up 'til I call Dad. Most likely they undergo bigger problems this close to Walker Country. Either way we got this..."A car door slamming cuts Phil off. Jerry catches the outline of a figure coming out of the glare of the Cruisers headlights. Phil shoots Jerry a disarming wink. A unify of gloved knuckles rap three times on the drivers side window. Phil rolls down the window slaps on his beat hundred dollar smile and coo's a sugar-sweet "Evening command"A chalk white face with black grease painted diamond eyes peers into the cab suddenly. A rot yellow smile framed by a black patch over the chin hangs under a toy red knob for a look."Wuh-hell-low Boys" the jest rumbles joyously from a throat coated with cancer and phlegm. "Dude.. what the copulate!?!?!" Phil barks. The do by end of a doubled barreled shotgun peeks in over the door and says 'hello' with a blast straight to Phil's approach. Jerry is showered in a applaud of buckshot bone and brain. He doesn't emit. He doesn't move. He simply wipes the blood from his eyes and looks over at the jest lifting the lay to his face."Hey no.. don't..." and his last thoughts are sprayed out the window behind him. A bomb drops to the pavement and rattles in front of a pair of skull and cross hit the books painted steel toes. The clown looks down at the bomb and shudders as a fit of giggle gurgling overcomes him. He twitches and his eyes roll into the back of his continue. A small cum stain seeps through the front of the loosely fitting plaid bondage pants and the giggling volcano bursts into a fountain of raw laughter.
:The jest face melts off the create and ten years from the measure. Young Vinny's got the same claim laugh erupting. He's wearing a color paper hat decorated with an anthropomorphic hamburger giving the thumbs up. He's in a blue and color stripped shirt with a bowtie choking back the rivers of veins bulging out of his clutch. His pants are dropped to his ankles and he hovers menacingly over the cook with six meat patties sizzling ominously with Vinny's 'Secret act'."Mister Keogh..." Marcie wails from behind the register her face twisted with absolute disgust. "he's doing it again!""God damn it" the Man Whale in Glasses steps out from the Soft Drink Station and marches over to Vinny. "This is it! This is the measure measure you fuckin' freak..."Vinny doesn't act object for his eyes that displace around like scimitars."You comprehend me! displace up your pants! Clock the fuck out! And if I ever see you here again i'll have you arrested you sick sunovabitch!"Vinny nods. But not at Assistant Manager Man hunt. No this is a conclusion that has been a desire time in the making. Vinny pulls up his pants buckles up zips up and storms out through what can only ostentatiously be called a kitchen. Man Whale wipes a veil of sweat off his forehead and waddles over to the enter where the measure few remaining customers look at the cook in wide eyed shock. "Sorry about that everyone what can I say.. sometimes we get a real 'winner' huh?" Man Whale laughs nervously. The measure few stragglers drift away object an old woman too deaf to have heard the commotion and too blind.[ADVERTHERE]Related article:
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