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officer shittly arrives at Shawn Phase's house, only to find pieces of cock and foreskin on the floor...
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| so uhh..let me get this straight..your PAPA ROACH CD made you slash your dick up with a boxcutter? | |
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| i didnt have any choice man...i put the disc in upside down, rewound the first track on the cd and thru the mist an etheral being came out the headphones jack | |
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the officer engages Shawn, as he can fully tell the serious ramificatons of the situation..
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| what do you mean you didnt have a choice? its not like the band held a knife to your cock or anything...you gotta be some sort of sicko pervert! have you ever considered turning to god? he could help | |
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| i wonder if i could get away with stabbing this fat pig in his fucking belly to get to his fatfuck innards...mmm...bloody entrails..nothing says 'i love you' like a dirty fetid appendix..mmmm | |
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the officer realizes that he has no other choice than to rely on the only time-tested reailty method for redemption...RELIGION
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| hello. my friend officer fatmick told me you've been having problems in your life. i'd like to try to offer you the sentiment of devotion in a medium that i think you would understand...FAITH. | |
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| CUT MY COCK IN TEN PLACES! THIS IS MY LAST RESORT! MASTURBATION, NO PEEING. DONT FUCKING CARE IF I CUT MY COCK BLEEDING@!$$$!@%!!@!!@# FUCKING...FUUUUCK WHERE THE HELL DID MY COCK FALL!?@@!!!?! | |
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