It was a leisurely stroll in the park. I took in a breath of fresh air
and all that Manhattan offers--excess pollution. Perhaps it was the
"a$s crack" that provided the musky air.
My hunger pangs overwhelmed me, so lunch was necessary.
But what's this I see?
Squirrel pie seemed like a lip-smacker, a grand idea, a lovely treat! Though my friends begged to differ.
Surprisingly
(!!!), my friends were disgusted in my taste for food. Thus, they all
headed in different directions, probably clogging their arteries.
"Perhaps one order of onion rings will suffice? No, make it twenty!" said one friend.
"Aww!" says the crowd.
Oh shaddup! I'd of eaten him, but there's these
absurd laws that prevent such things from happening. What a crazy world
we live in!
But he's my next target
. They don't call me whacko jacko for nothing!
After realizing how terrible squirrel's taste, I decided to take a few
candid snapshots for the afternoon. Lucky me, the worst was yet to come...
Awestruck and shocked by the sudden "ch-cheek" sound of my camera, the raging hormones of two females caught me "voyeuring."
So, with a flick of the wrist...
...and
a twist of the hips, they summoned their team together. With these
powers combined, not even the A-Team could prevent this disaster from
forming.
Ready for the prowl: Bellbottoms, NYU-PMS (her face is priceless), She-man, and Elast-o-butt were about to rumble.
"AFTER HIM!," they echoed.
"OHHHH SHIET!" yelped one on-looker.
"I think I saved 20% on my car insurance!"
Sergeant Piggy had little to say, or do with the event that occurred. He stood by his motto, and ignorance certainly was bliss.
Without thought, the attack erupted. Prancing, dancing, cat-clawing were just a few of the attacks they brought with them.
"Did you see that?" muttered the lady sitting 3 feet away from her friend on the cell phone.
Piss-in-my-pants quick, I scurried off with my speed mobile, getting a boost from my side-kick. Until we meet again, NYU'ers!
xD
