the moon hung low in the sky as the clouds drifted by in a line, one by one, like a gangbang at @Kasper KArr's mommas house. it was late October, and the leaves had all fallen off the trees, sort of like all the hairs fell out of @Kasper KArr's mom's head when she died. It smelled like a swamp outside, because the fat bytch was buried there. you could hear a wolf howling, or at least you could've heard a wolf howling, if not for the thick, noxious scent of death that follows @Kasper KArr's worthless family to this day.
at the top of the hill, by a tombstone reading "KARR," you can see a lumpy mound of dirt with stringy grass and weeds growing out of it. thats where they buried @Kasper KArr's momma. i say buried, but it was more like having a friend help you push a couch into the dumpster. they said some words, @Kasper KArr talked about his transition to a woman (he wanted to become his own new momma), they pushed some dirt on the bytch, and everyone left. later on, i heard some animals came to shyt. it was probably runny, because it rains everyday on @Kasper KArr's momma's grave, and the county won't pay anyone to mow it. oh well.
so one night i was out at her grave site, digging up her bones to smash into powder to make into drugs to sell in @Kasper KArr's neighborhood, and i noticed her grave looked disturbed! i opened the lid and when i saw what was left of the bytch i knew: someone had made off with her skull. now in life, i had been used to the dirty bytch giving head to the neighborhood, but this time it was for real. i searched for a couple hours, and gave up. i took a shyt in the casket, closed it, and left.
all in all it had been a pretty good summer vacation.
THE END
at the top of the hill, by a tombstone reading "KARR," you can see a lumpy mound of dirt with stringy grass and weeds growing out of it. thats where they buried @Kasper KArr's momma. i say buried, but it was more like having a friend help you push a couch into the dumpster. they said some words, @Kasper KArr talked about his transition to a woman (he wanted to become his own new momma), they pushed some dirt on the bytch, and everyone left. later on, i heard some animals came to shyt. it was probably runny, because it rains everyday on @Kasper KArr's momma's grave, and the county won't pay anyone to mow it. oh well.
so one night i was out at her grave site, digging up her bones to smash into powder to make into drugs to sell in @Kasper KArr's neighborhood, and i noticed her grave looked disturbed! i opened the lid and when i saw what was left of the bytch i knew: someone had made off with her skull. now in life, i had been used to the dirty bytch giving head to the neighborhood, but this time it was for real. i searched for a couple hours, and gave up. i took a shyt in the casket, closed it, and left.
all in all it had been a pretty good summer vacation.
THE END
