Vamps R Us
Story written by: Count Fibula
A man named Smitty was driving down the road. He was jamming to some old country tunes that were reminding him of his childhood. As he was daydreaming,
he saw something black standing in the road. He jammed on the brakes and slid off into the wilderness. In the process of doing so, he fucked his radio up. Smitty was one pissed Son of O' bitch! He got out of the car and started
dancing like a black man. The black figure started walking toward him. Other figures were coming out from behind trees.
Smitty yelled,"God damn, who da, da da hell is you be?"
The black figure screamed in a matter of splunder, "Why should I tell you, we are too good for you.....I am Stacy, the head leader of the pretentious black gothic posse"
Smitty was in such a rage that he pulled his pants down.
He said, "You aren't black b, I be black...you whita that porcupines asshole and by the way of holy hell, my name is really Doug.''
To Stacy's excitement, she huddled up with her snobby goth friends to conjure up a spell. Doug, who has the heart of a lion and a spirit of a eagle, did what a real black man would do! He pulled his gat out of his pants and fucked up them white ho's. THE GOTHIC SNOB HONKEYS WERE SCREWED!
THE END!
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