I was conversating with a good friend of HorribleSexyDrunk. He filled my mind with terrible images so i had to leave. I went in the bathroom to cry and vomit. "He reminded me so much of HorribleSexyDrunk!" I said as I bellowed into the toilet bowl with tears dripping down my face. While i was upchucking my puppy jelly sandwhich, HSD went out to talk to his terrifying friend, Richard Hinkle.
The greeted each other with headbutts, aggro chest bumps and lighting each other's LungRaze cigarettes.
I was watching through the cracked bathroom door.
They sat down and turned on the television and began yelling and cursing at the TV. Then, at the exact same time, they rose off the couch in a rage of fury and mashed their feet into the face of the TV. They pulled their feet out with glass shards skewered through their shins and calves. They continued cursing at it, as if they were the bullies in gym, yelling at the poor nerd who missed the winning shot.
I saw the TV shed a tear.
Then once their body tempature reduced from 159 back down to their regular temp, 106, they returned to their seats and started chuckling.
They began remeniscing about past events......that they hate.
but they still laughed and seemed happy.
Then the talked about things of the present and the conspiracy and aliens posing as the president and building their army of cute, rabid animals...
The list goes on.
This conversation of theirs forced my head back into the toilet to vomit. I saw my happiness spread across the toilet water. Twas flushed down the drain.
I realized i might be the only sane person in this house.
Twix Mecka is a skater thats flipping retarted because of all the coke his parents forced him to eat with his baby food as a child.
HorribleSexyDrunk is a terrible living hate machine and there are way to many reasons why. i couldnt list all the terrible this he has done and been through.
The new curly haired detesting monster, Richard Hinkle, is almost just as bad as HSD.
Except he eats way more popsicles while HSD eats melted mammals on a stick.
I need somebody sane to go through the pain of living in this house with me.
Oh, i should call my friend Ken Sato s---
Richard kicked the door. It had bashed straight into my nose. i flung back and landed in a purple puddle of vomit on the ground. Appearently they had realized that i had been listening in on their conversation. They didnt approve of my actions. For the next 15 hours non-stop, i felt the rath of their big black and purple boots.
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-Levon Gordon
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