its sex night at the puppy club. the last dj finishes on the mixer and hops offstage. I walk on and plug in my 1998 ibm thinkpad and hit play. cbat extended version
i am immediately charlie kirked by one of the pups. despite wearing nearly nothing they still managed to
someone jumps onstage to try and stop it. thwarted again by my forethought, for on my laptop is a sticky note that reads
"if you turn this off you're straight"
my corpse lies on the ground, blood pooling around me.
jesus arms all his disciples with sniper rifles and tells them, 'go forth and shooteth for me, my brethren, but no scopes, for we must bring honor to our lord'