For All Mah Krejzy Dawgs Who Like To Get Bored In NMRiH

Two Furious Uncles Slapping Each Other To The Beat
A Short Story
by Jenniff

Rodney Half-Prick looked at the ugly chicken salad in his hands and felt high af.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his angry surroundings. He had always loved pitch-black public toilet with its better, big bushes. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel high af.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Turt Reynolds. Turt was a stable sissy with creepy ears and unpleasant armpits.

Rodney gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an annoying, uncomfortable, gasoline drinker with black ears and petite armpits. His friends saw him as a raw, rapid rude. Once, he had even brought a pretty blind grandma back from the brink of death.

But not even an annoying person who had once brought a pretty blind grandma back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Turt had in store today.

The snot teased like crying baby, making Rodney basic af.

As Rodney stepped outside and Turt came closer, he could see the uncooked smile on his face.

Turt glared with all the wrath of 9072 tasty harsh humans. He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want chicken wings."

Rodney looked back, even more basic af and still fingering the ugly chicken salad. "Turt, gtfo my chicken wings," he replied.

They looked at each other with awkward feelings, like two annoyed, aggressive aliens yelling at a very whiny grandma's birthday party, which had african drums music playing in the background and two furious uncles slapping each other to the beat.

Rodney regarded Turt's creepy ears and unpleasant armpits. "I feel the same way!" revealed Rodney with a delighted grin.

Turt looked ♥♥♥♥♥♥, his emotions blushing like a foolish, few fearful mosquitos.

Then Turt came inside for a nice drink of gasoline.
THE END

// Yup. The title says it all. Also I wanna thank Rider for naming the second character in this story, Turt Reynolds. I wanna thank you as well. Yes, you, reading this text. I hope I didn't traumatize you. And yes, I know. This is pretty random and weird. But this beautiful writing just had to be shared.