I went in, about 3am. The Taco Bell was musty and smelt of refried cabbage. As I looked around, my eyes fell on her. Eye contact was initiated, she knew why I was there. The mixed message was too much for me, however, it didn't stop her. As she put her Rascal on drive, the eerie sound of rubber wheels on a fast-food rug was like that of an inmate awaiting rape in a prison. Before I could muster a word, I thought to myself if it'd be possible to ever mustard a word, for I fear I wouldn't have been able to muster a word to begin with.
Her shadow looming over me, lips began to smack. Not a dry eye in sight, everyone knew this was the night, that I'd either become a mangoat, or be the biggest b*tch that ever b*tch cried while a deep-fryer in the background added a laugh-track.
"I'm... Here with someone...." I shatted out of my mouth.
"Don't care, it's gunna happen." She fatted.
This was the moment that I always flashforwarded right when something was about to happen. Damn that goddamn non-filipino Thoren for making me go on a Taco Bell run at 3am for food he is just going to end up stuffing in a goldfish bowl which hasn't had a trace of fish since its original purchase at Wal-Mart because it was on special for $5.99 and he just so happened to have a ten in his wallet.
"I can scream pretty loud!" I Justin Biebered.
"Not loud enough, sweetums." She rapily exhaled.
When suddenly, the men's room opened, hoping it'd be Barker complaining again that there are no paper towels in there, even though he always chooses to poop and pee there regardless of that knowledge, things began to look up for me. Until I noticed it was the beast's owner.
"Hey man, stop hittin' on my babe, schiggler." Said Roland.
Then they left, I died alitte inside and came on KMC to read this thread!
Also: The f*ck is a schiggler?