“You’re gonna get yourself killed! You can’t keep doing this”
“I have to, mother earth is being raped. I can hear her screams ringing my ear. This place is overrun with perverted assholes; we live in a world saturated with rape. Can’t you smell it? The stench; the unmistakable odor of a butt being violated. Every minute, every second there is someone somewhere getting raped. Only I can see it, only I can smell it, only I CAN STOP IT.”
Sigh!
“Fine I get it, there is no cure for being hopelessly moronic but still you can’t do this. Yesterday you barged into a gay bar and beat up a bunch of guys thinking they were raping. And what happened next, the guys you ‘apparently’ saved beat you up and raped your ass!”
“That was an honest mistake. Rape is devious, it hides in plain sight. Sometimes what looks like rape is not rape, what look like it’s not rape is actually also not rape but sometimes what may be construed as not rape is just a manifestation of not not rape.”
“Whaaaat...what the...what is that even supposed to mean!!”
“I know my friend Rack-shit, you are the only one who can help me, and you get what I am fighting for. You will be my loyal side-kick, you will wear the mantle of RAPE BOY, you will be to me what Robin is to Batman, a gay weird kid who goes to sleep jerking off to the image of the real hero.”
“First of all, my name is Rakshit, not Rack-Shit, and second I am not gonna be some gay sidekick to a delusional loser. At best I can be like Alfred the butler. Anyways I think you need a ride. You can’t just go around running in the streets in your weird ass costume with your byte sized penis hanging out in an oversized banana hammock. You need, if you may, a RAPE MOBILE.”
“Hmm...I think I know the kind of ride I need and I know exactly where to find it. To the beach!”
“I have to, mother earth is being raped. I can hear her screams ringing my ear. This place is overrun with perverted assholes; we live in a world saturated with rape. Can’t you smell it? The stench; the unmistakable odor of a butt being violated. Every minute, every second there is someone somewhere getting raped. Only I can see it, only I can smell it, only I CAN STOP IT.”
Sigh!
“Fine I get it, there is no cure for being hopelessly moronic but still you can’t do this. Yesterday you barged into a gay bar and beat up a bunch of guys thinking they were raping. And what happened next, the guys you ‘apparently’ saved beat you up and raped your ass!”
“That was an honest mistake. Rape is devious, it hides in plain sight. Sometimes what looks like rape is not rape, what look like it’s not rape is actually also not rape but sometimes what may be construed as not rape is just a manifestation of not not rape.”
“Whaaaat...what the...what is that even supposed to mean!!”
“I know my friend Rack-shit, you are the only one who can help me, and you get what I am fighting for. You will be my loyal side-kick, you will wear the mantle of RAPE BOY, you will be to me what Robin is to Batman, a gay weird kid who goes to sleep jerking off to the image of the real hero.”
“First of all, my name is Rakshit, not Rack-Shit, and second I am not gonna be some gay sidekick to a delusional loser. At best I can be like Alfred the butler. Anyways I think you need a ride. You can’t just go around running in the streets in your weird ass costume with your byte sized penis hanging out in an oversized banana hammock. You need, if you may, a RAPE MOBILE.”
“Hmm...I think I know the kind of ride I need and I know exactly where to find it. To the beach!”
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