Diary entry: wasIcool
Hey Zork, how bout another t-neck
Man what happened to the last one I comped you
Crapped on my cat.
Crapped on your cat, whats the beef?
Fuckin crapped on my cat
All right, but this is the last one on the house.
Say, you going packing tonight?
Yeah, after the game. You?
Dont know well see whether or not this one is gonna do the trick.
At that, Corn Holetester said farewell, pleased to be holding a brand new neck. Course he had three more at home, they hadnt really crapped on his cat, not that it would matter if they had. Like telling the patrol unit that he had diarrhea just to get out of a speeding ticket.
Soon I was in the clear, I had just taken my best friend for another neck, and now I was zipping down Vector 7. Took ramp 20000000047 and pulled around onto the parkway. Then I skidded into my trailer complex, while simultaneously yelling
WAS I COOL?
out the window.