Granted, but your mom dies of cancer, causing your dad to kill himself. After the two funerals, you're left with very little money and must take a job as a dish washer to support yourself. Of course, you can't go to college at the same time, so you have to drop out. For the next 5 years or so, you barely scrape by a miserable existance, eating almost only ramen and melted hershey's bars in your 15' x 15' apartment while rabies-infected rats nibble at your feet. Eventually, you turn to drugs, and begin a vicious 2 year cycle of addiction and suicide attempts. You go to jail for 15 years on a third strike and are brutally gang-raped and bukkaked constantly. It happens so often, in fact, that you begin to love it. Two days before you're supposed to be let out of jail, you feel the rough hands of your cell mate grabbing your neck and forcing you down as you shower. This was expected, as it was his customary way of telling you to suck his dick. This time, however, you tell him how much you love it. Infuriated at the idea of having sex with a homosexual, your cell mate bashes your head into the shower fall, knocking you unconcious. While you're unconcious, the entire prison block takes turns raping you. You fade in and out of conciousness, occasionally waken by the painful thursting of another lover's massive cock. As the final prisoner sprays a load of cum on what's left of your face, you take one last breath and die on the shower floor in a pool of cum and blood.
I wish I had a Wii.
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the sexiet woman at the wedding tomorrow in the back of my tahoe.
