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satanic goatslayer
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I checked the box for "People with no face" on the application for a job cleaning up dog shit, and oddly enough I got the job.
So there I am, the new guy, slinging feces over my shoulder with a snow shovel when a white guy approached me and told me that I was a cheater. I said that I got the job fairly, and that he should resume silence before I broke the shovel handle and shoved it through his sternum.
He got angry and punched me in the top of the head. What struck him to punch me in the top of the head is beyond me, but nevertheless there he was, attacking me based on my minority status.
I ran into the defecation-disposal unit and tried to hide, but whitey kept on coming. I tried to reason with him, letting him know that we are all brothers in bowel movement cleanup, and seeing how he didn't even flinch at that, I had to shank him with my chopsticks.
So he's on the ground wriggling around, and all the other peckerwoods come flying over with anger on their face. It was almost as if I had railed their wives. Heathens.
I psyched the first one out with an axe kick, then drove my chisel directly into his forehead. Chalk one up for the abnormals.
I admit that I ran away when I noticed the others chasing me down with torches and pitchforks, but later on I burned all of their houses down and ate their pets. Mongrels.
When in doubt, take the easy way out.
War.
So there I am, the new guy, slinging feces over my shoulder with a snow shovel when a white guy approached me and told me that I was a cheater. I said that I got the job fairly, and that he should resume silence before I broke the shovel handle and shoved it through his sternum.
He got angry and punched me in the top of the head. What struck him to punch me in the top of the head is beyond me, but nevertheless there he was, attacking me based on my minority status.
I ran into the defecation-disposal unit and tried to hide, but whitey kept on coming. I tried to reason with him, letting him know that we are all brothers in bowel movement cleanup, and seeing how he didn't even flinch at that, I had to shank him with my chopsticks.
So he's on the ground wriggling around, and all the other peckerwoods come flying over with anger on their face. It was almost as if I had railed their wives. Heathens.
I psyched the first one out with an axe kick, then drove my chisel directly into his forehead. Chalk one up for the abnormals.
I admit that I ran away when I noticed the others chasing me down with torches and pitchforks, but later on I burned all of their houses down and ate their pets. Mongrels.
When in doubt, take the easy way out.
War.
