I awoke with a searing pain in my dickhole referenced intell the fuck the company intel but referenced in the paranoid scribblenauts fuck scribblings of Matt Batem when he turned 18. “Jesus Christ what is this searing pain in my dickhole?!” I hadn’t slept naked before. Shut the hell up. A man with a world weary face approached me and pulled a revolver to his head. “Do it, shit head.” I said.
A blinding light and a defining surround-sound stereo blasted ass and took me back to when I was ordering ice cream with my dad and mom and dad he gave the man in the truck five dollars and walked off the bridge we were standing walking on he didn’t even order ice cream or say anything?
“I remember when we was kangs,” the family that I have my brother and sister and father and mother and I said. “That is the family I,” Am I referring to ordered ice cream we ran into the street with money. We buried our parents. “Buy ice cream with so when we ordered ice cream we didn't know how to talk and I kept ordering the Choco Taco like a fucking.” The idiot said. “Because I couldn't make up my fucking mind in time and I actually now can't remember if the actually just yeah. Nevermind that isn't worth talking about actually since I mentioned it I might as well tell the full story I am referencing well not a story but like a memory that I had and how I can actually recall if the packaging was blue or not but that doesn't matter at all actually I meant to bring up how the last time I had one was less than a year ago when they also ordered some other ice cream I mean they as in my family well not my family but my mom and my moms fiance well anyway basically I think when I ran out into the street with my siblings I ordered a Choco Taco the first time and I have probably had it like five times since.”