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Donkey Kong was thinking about Disco Von Jesus again. Disco was a dumb he's fuucking Jesus with dong dongs and dong dongs. Donkey walked over to the window and reflected on her pretty tight yo surroundings. She had always loved cool The Portal To Hell with its immense, icy it's a fuucking portal to hell. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel kerfuffled. Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a dumb figure of Disco Von Jesus. Donkey gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was an annoying, stupid, beer drinker with obese dongs and ugly dongs. Her friends saw her as a dry, dizzy drunk hobo. Once, she had even revived a dying, and armless legless blind deaf orphan. But not even an annoying person who had once revived a dying, and armless legless blind deaf orphan, was prepared for what Disco had in store today. The raining blood teased like fondling kitty!, making Donkey pissed. Donkey grabbed a pretty great refrigerator that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers. As Donkey stepped outside and Disco came closer, she could see the flat glint in his eye. "I am here because I want a hamburger," Disco bellowed, in a retarded tone. He slammed his fist against Donkey's chest, with the force of 24 panda!!!. "I frigging hate you, Donkey Kong." Donkey looked back, even more pissed and still fingering the pretty great refrigerator. "Disco, go fuuck yourself," she replied. They looked at each other with chill feelings, like two dull, disgusted doggy! Awkwardly feeling at a very ugly Technicolor disco party, which had jazz music playing in the background and two insane uncles running to the beat. Suddenly, Disco lunged forward and tried to punch Donkey in the face. Quickly, Donkey grabbed the pretty great refrigerator and brought it down on Disco's skull. Disco's dong dongs trembled and his dong dongs wobbled. He looked so happy, his body raw like a difficult, dead dildo. Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Disco Von Jesus was dead. Donkey Kong went back inside and made herself a nice drink of beer. THE END | |||
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Revision as of 16:23, November 1, 2014
Donkey Kong was thinking about Disco Von Jesus again. Disco was a dumb he's fuucking Jesus with dong dongs and dong dongs. Donkey walked over to the window and reflected on her pretty tight yo surroundings. She had always loved cool The Portal To Hell with its immense, icy it's a fuucking portal to hell. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel kerfuffled. Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a dumb figure of Disco Von Jesus. Donkey gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was an annoying, stupid, beer drinker with obese dongs and ugly dongs. Her friends saw her as a dry, dizzy drunk hobo. Once, she had even revived a dying, and armless legless blind deaf orphan. But not even an annoying person who had once revived a dying, and armless legless blind deaf orphan, was prepared for what Disco had in store today. The raining blood teased like fondling kitty!, making Donkey pissed. Donkey grabbed a pretty great refrigerator that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers. As Donkey stepped outside and Disco came closer, she could see the flat glint in his eye. "I am here because I want a hamburger," Disco bellowed, in a retarded tone. He slammed his fist against Donkey's chest, with the force of 24 panda!!!. "I frigging hate you, Donkey Kong." Donkey looked back, even more pissed and still fingering the pretty great refrigerator. "Disco, go fuuck yourself," she replied. They looked at each other with chill feelings, like two dull, disgusted doggy! Awkwardly feeling at a very ugly Technicolor disco party, which had jazz music playing in the background and two insane uncles running to the beat. Suddenly, Disco lunged forward and tried to punch Donkey in the face. Quickly, Donkey grabbed the pretty great refrigerator and brought it down on Disco's skull. Disco's dong dongs trembled and his dong dongs wobbled. He looked so happy, his body raw like a difficult, dead dildo. Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Disco Von Jesus was dead. Donkey Kong went back inside and made herself a nice drink of beer. THE END