Who Is Your Daddy?
Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2021 4:22 am
Who's Your Daddy...
As Slothz-winz came out of a deep meditative state of absorption of winz, he noticed down below there was a camp fire going with an odd figure sitting next to it on a big brown log. Fixing his excellent head band he climbed down the tree to check it out. Upon coming close to the place he noticed a nasty whiff of stink in the air. The figure sitting next to the camp fire looked something like a blinged out swamp turd after a three week meth binge.
The figure noticing Slothz-winz sat up hunched backed as it peered out squinting its unibrow and grunting something as a loud fart sound ripped from it into the air which caused it to shriek. It then attempted to speak in human...
The strange creature stated as its blood shot eyes looked out into the darkness:
"Muh name is Trick, I made this campfire to tell stories around."
"Whatz stories?" Asked Slothz-winz.
The swamp turd Trick replied:
"Muh daddy is the debil and he talks to me all the time, not you, now let me own you forever and give me free shekels dammit!"
Slothz-winz then asked:
"Ummm wherez iz your daddy thens?"
The swamp turd then got a furious look on its mug and yelled:
"I will now summon the debil daddy! Damnit and he will show you!" The swamp turd then started to kind of dance around the camp fire and started to yell: "Debil, daddy dee, dee, dee I summon thee!"
Just then the swamp turd, Trick let out a major gas cloud of sulphur with a loud cannon boom farting sound. He then pulled out a red sock puppet with horns and a pitch fork and put it on his hand and put the other hand over his mouth to hide his moving lips. "I am Father Shitinu the Debil! Who dares to question my one true son! Trick!" The puppet pretended to speak. "Everything my son Trick says is totality what I say and anyone who disagrees with my son Trick, disobeys me! I only speak through Trick, got that! Now give Trick your shekels and let him own you like a bitch forever, dammit! Or I will punish you, for being the fucking insects you all are! Now worship me through my son Trick! Do not question! Obey! Obey! Obey!" The sock puppet pretended to speak. As the swamp turd's mouth was obviously moving behind its other hand.
Slothz-winz then told the swamp turd:
"Dis is lame, dat is just youz wankingz your tinys cock puppet arounds!"
The swamp turd then flew into a rage and threw itself on the ground kicking and screaming it yelled: "You fucking kike! You're a fucking Fed Posting, Rabbi, Jew, Jesuit, Israeli, Fed agent, Jew, Jew, Jew, Juuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!" It howled in butt hurt rage. Then a wave of brown liquid poured out of the back of its pants and a stink cloud went into the air in the shape of a small mushroom shaped brown cloud as it jumped up and ran into the night, howling.
As Slothz-winz came out of a deep meditative state of absorption of winz, he noticed down below there was a camp fire going with an odd figure sitting next to it on a big brown log. Fixing his excellent head band he climbed down the tree to check it out. Upon coming close to the place he noticed a nasty whiff of stink in the air. The figure sitting next to the camp fire looked something like a blinged out swamp turd after a three week meth binge.
The figure noticing Slothz-winz sat up hunched backed as it peered out squinting its unibrow and grunting something as a loud fart sound ripped from it into the air which caused it to shriek. It then attempted to speak in human...
The strange creature stated as its blood shot eyes looked out into the darkness:
"Muh name is Trick, I made this campfire to tell stories around."
"Whatz stories?" Asked Slothz-winz.
The swamp turd Trick replied:
"Muh daddy is the debil and he talks to me all the time, not you, now let me own you forever and give me free shekels dammit!"
Slothz-winz then asked:
"Ummm wherez iz your daddy thens?"
The swamp turd then got a furious look on its mug and yelled:
"I will now summon the debil daddy! Damnit and he will show you!" The swamp turd then started to kind of dance around the camp fire and started to yell: "Debil, daddy dee, dee, dee I summon thee!"
Just then the swamp turd, Trick let out a major gas cloud of sulphur with a loud cannon boom farting sound. He then pulled out a red sock puppet with horns and a pitch fork and put it on his hand and put the other hand over his mouth to hide his moving lips. "I am Father Shitinu the Debil! Who dares to question my one true son! Trick!" The puppet pretended to speak. "Everything my son Trick says is totality what I say and anyone who disagrees with my son Trick, disobeys me! I only speak through Trick, got that! Now give Trick your shekels and let him own you like a bitch forever, dammit! Or I will punish you, for being the fucking insects you all are! Now worship me through my son Trick! Do not question! Obey! Obey! Obey!" The sock puppet pretended to speak. As the swamp turd's mouth was obviously moving behind its other hand.
Slothz-winz then told the swamp turd:
"Dis is lame, dat is just youz wankingz your tinys cock puppet arounds!"
The swamp turd then flew into a rage and threw itself on the ground kicking and screaming it yelled: "You fucking kike! You're a fucking Fed Posting, Rabbi, Jew, Jesuit, Israeli, Fed agent, Jew, Jew, Jew, Juuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!" It howled in butt hurt rage. Then a wave of brown liquid poured out of the back of its pants and a stink cloud went into the air in the shape of a small mushroom shaped brown cloud as it jumped up and ran into the night, howling.