Sand Wee Tom.

Sand Wee Tom.



Bam! You've just been hit by a bus. What do you do? That's right, you cry like a pussy because you just got hit by a fucking bus, dude. So you're sittin' there with a half a leg, while a stray mutt is chewing on what's left of the other one, and you think, "What the hell was that?" Your confusion quickly turns to anger. You magically grow another leg and you chase that bus down and you beat the living crap out of that guy with a cinder block. He won't hit anybody else now, he's learned his lesson. Or has he? You notice that he's still breathing, a blatant sign of his disrespect for you, so you wear his ass for a shoe. It's not until that very moment, that you realize that today is double ticket day at subway, and all this stomping of ass is making you hungry. The bus driver's shit has been ruined and all the other people on the bus are afraid to get off so you get it going a buck ten on a collision course with an IHOP, and bail out. Well, your face is ripped off, and you're fucked up, but remember, you're a badass and you can randomly grow legs and shit.

You "persuade" a passing motorist to let you use his truck. You thank him by feeding him some of his teeth. As you drive down the road, you see it. That sign that means little people in orange are gonna be standing around (doing nothing) and delay you for a half an hour. You see the man with the stop sign and his little radio and you think back to when you used to hit construction cones with an open door. Well, doesn't that give you a good idea? I mean they're both orange so what's the difference, right? Thump, thump. The sound of tenderized human construction cone, accompanied by cars screeching to a halt. You just keep going, taking out a couple more construction cones. What do you care? You pay their salaries, so it's like you own them, right? So if you own something, you're allowed to break it, like a record or something, right? You notice a vehicle coming up behind you. It's a police cruiser. His lights are flashing and he tells you to pull over. All you wanted was a fucking sandwich. Damn police officers always hassling you, always suspecting you of something. It doesn't matter anymore, because the swine just spontaneously combusted and you're on your way.

You get to subway, but you can't find a parking space. You can probably figure it out by now. You're a badass, and the truck you borrowed has a winch. You winch a shitty old out of the handicapped parking space and park your truck. Then, you light the shitty van on fire, for good measure. (You know, just to make sure he doesn't accidentally back into you when he pulls out) You walk in, stand in line, and stab an old lady with a spork in the back of the head. You continue to remove people from the line, until you're at the counter. The girl that works there asks what kind of sandwich you want. You tell her that it's none of her god damned business, and put a waffle mark in her eye with your big ass boot. You don't even want a sandwich any more because you'd rather just eat one of their little bags of chips, and maybe a cookie or something. You take what you want, and when you are confronted about paying for these items, you pick up the person in front of you, and beat the shit out of the manager, until he give you money. Then you get the fuck out of there and you eat a fucking cookie.



Fuck Yeah...