Heal the World - Once Upon a Time in Yuma

About three years ago I was caught blowing a dog off loop 101 down in Yuma. These khaki-clad fucks wrested me off of the plump pooch just as I was oozing steaming, yellow stud chowder all over my size 6 Georgia boots. I screamed like a woman being branded by an iron dick right on the titty and spun wildly, flailing like a retard. The pair stepped back, alarmed, and one of them drew his Beretta. I stopped flailing but kept screaming, flaring my nostrils as a blurp of green cottage man cheese dribbled loosely from my spurtin' big bertha.

The cops were clearly nervous. The one on the right held his pistol just above his waist, not pointed at me, but he was close to doing so. I eyed them, still screaming, the one on the left winced and covered his ears like a three-year-old. To make everyone feel a little easier, I decided to switch from the blood curdling screaming to a nice sweet song. So I belted out, "De sobra sabes, que eres la primera, que no miento, si juro que daría!!!!" Their eyes widened and their jaws dropped. After a few lines, singing at the absolute top of my lungs, they both started hollering at me to stop, but I just sang louder and shut my eyes real tight, sweating and swaying to the rhythm like a god damned lounge singer on horse tranquilizers and amphetamines. "De sobra sabes, por ti la vida entera, por ti, la vida entera. Y sin embargo un rato cada día!!!!"

"PLEASE OH MY GOD MY BROTHER USED TO SING THIS SONG TO ME!!" screamed one of the cops, which only made me sing even louder. The rear window of their cruiser shattered. Oh and then they ran like little girls after my horse cock ballooned from the dumpster bin that is my crotch garage. I vomited heavily, splooging raw sewage from my rectum as I wept uncontrollably, blubbering about my parents. Later that night, I realized the cops had taken my sweet dog. That was when it got real. "Oh Debra," I whispered. "The time for pain is upon thee."

This is Tuesday, July 4, 1995.

Ok so maybe I haven't been straightforward. I spend a lot of time touting my satanic wherewithal, but honestly I'm just a buttfucking clown boy and it's not a big deal, but later that night I had broken into the evidence room of the Southwest Border Alliance public safety station in Yuma County to see if these faggot cops had taken the sexy dog boy there. Oh and Yuma is in Arizona for you fucking morons who don't know where Yuma is. Fucking crab penis children are scratching at my bearded shrunken couch pillow and bean bags.

So I'd busted into this place looking for that god damned dog and I was leaking mucus turd like a punctured bowel frog and I am banging around and jerking off and drinking a concoction of semen and beef broth and Everclear and pumping Slash's acoustic work over my earbuds. I was ripping open these safes in the evidence room thinking maybe, just maybe they hid the dog in one of them, but no, no they didn't. It was about then that the cops busted in on me. There were initially three, but when the first one saw me, he squealed and ran away shouting, "OH MY WORD IT'S A WEIRD DEMON BOY OH SHIT SOMEONE CALL RINGLING BROTHERS!!"

When I saw them, I danced around and squirted little turds from my puckered balloon end. I vomited a real nasty explosion of diarrhea and scum and I fell to a knee and shouted, "OH CHRIST WHY?" because it got all over my chinos that I'd just purchased at a Khols in New Hampshire. How could I forget those chinos? I remember buttfucking the clerk because he asked me how my day was going and it really set me off for some reason.

Anyway, I unzipped, puke all over my paws, slippery from the poop that was streaming from my stomach, and let loose my filthy gecko from hell, and chased after the two flatfoots, with my hands limp and outstretched, kinda dancing on my toes, wiggling my corndog bag to and fro like a burned water balloon. For good measure, I added another atomic explosive of starfish clam juice as I bellow out "HAIL TO THE PUP!"

It was at this point that I started honking like a fucking deranged duck and flapping my arms. I'd started weeing something awful and the orange stream was quite pungent. Christ, it smelled like boiled rat flesh mixed with foot bile and freshly barbecued dog turds. "BOOGIE WOOGIE YOU LITTLE FAGGOTS!" I belched and I went scurrying along after the terrified officers, who were now cowering under a tarp near this lopsided log pile. I wrested the tarp from atop the two and howled like a fucking psychotic monkey child then commenced a barrage of stink thwaps with my chum-filled gum baton. They were crying like little bitches and I was just hooting and hollering like a god damned fiend.

One of these troopers, the faggier one, produced a little dinky cross and held it up with his eyes shut hard. He was whispering the Lord's prayer as I ripped his head off with my teeth and spit the fucking thing down the road and it went plopping down like a fucking apple. The other trooper shouted, "BILLY NO!" and started running down the road after the head. I just laughed and decided to buy some beer. Before doing so I had to fire off a few rounds with my machine pistol just to scare the mutant bean men living in my pubes.

Anyway to make it look real I riddled the pair of dumbasses with the little Cobray 9mm automatic i had tucked in my crack and I glued the severed head back onto the body of the one cop but not before horking my goob goob into the neckhole. I'm not proud of my actions, but I was hammered. I spent the next few weeks wandering the desert, listening to Michael Jackson's Heal the World. I killed three people before coming to somehwere in Atlanta. My ass hurt and I was missing three fingers on my left hand.

SUSHI SERVED COLD

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DO YOU EVEN OCCUPY, BRO?

The beginning of 2016 could be branded onto my ass as possibly the worst fucking intro to any year I've ever experienced in my tenure as demon clown cocksucking horse rat motherfuck. Think rabies of the genitals only some midget goober ball boy with a face like Sean Austin is continually rubbing fart steam on your teeth and a small Keebler elf has burrowed his way into your asshole and you can only hear "Cold as Ice" by Foreigner over and over again until you want to blow your brains out during Chicago rush hour. yEAH, that's what it was like for me. Suck my vein goblin.

So I ain't never see the bowels of the Pacific Northwest (not true) and I'm bebopping and fartin' around south SanFrancisco when I run into this dingbat of a shitface who's headed north to Oregon. I immediately pounce on his small face and spread my cheeks over his nose and let loose the wettest, creamiest fart I've ever produced and it's so foul the poor bastard passes out. I sat there with his prostrate body for several hours, attempting to invoke Satan, but he's in Cabo and not answering his celly so I decide to loot shitface's Wu-Tang jeans where I find car keys then spend the next three days beeping on the stupid key fob trying to find shit face's ride until finally I hear this little beep beep and I see this god damned Prius lodged up against an embankment near the St. Frances with several angrily handwritten notes about how "this is not a parking (sic) space, asshole!" So I stock up the dinky shitmobile with nighttrain, cocaine, fecal powder, dead horse meat and I speed north to make my dream a reality.

After a shitsmear of travel including one real fucked up incident where I'd accidentally murdered a transient and done things with his skin, I finally made my way to this hellhole toilet named Burns. Burns was the type of place I'd choose to evacuate my bowels into if my butthole were a thunderhead and my name was Karen "Zeus" Ramm. Anyway, I come stumbling into town, knee deep into my 45th Schlitz 40oz (Prius is long gone, sitting upside down somewhere 500ft off 101 on a secluded beach head) and I'm hollering my brains out about Jesus and the apostles when I notice this Ford Faggot150 with Nevada plates swerving all over the road trying to scare this little minivan. I thought to myself that this was some sweet action and I needed to get my wiener hard. So I started gently tugging on the duke with my peen ween claws and the bastard ballooned like a bat out of hell and I was so surprised that I puked my Hardees fish sandwich all over the flesh barrel and this F150 slows to a stop and the occupants are staring at me with their jaws on the ground. I scream at them, "I CAN DO ALL THINGS THROUGH CHRIST THAT STRENGTHENS ME!!!" and I belch rancid again and the driver gags and a dude in the rear slaps him hard on the shoulder over and over again and he's shouting, "Dude GO GO GO!" and I'm burping the mule like a crazed lunatic and stumbling toward them moaning like a zombie when they peel out and leave me in the cloud of burning rubber mist.

Fuck me I stank.

So after spraying messy cumshot on a small Asian family who in turn screamed and scampered away like rats, I dug a hole and took a dirt nap for about 24 hours. When I woke, there were two police officers standing over me. "Sir, are you ok?" said the old one. "Dad?" I said. The other cop (who looked like he was fourteen and trying so hard to hold in puke) glanced at the old cop and furrowed his brow. Before the old cop could respond, however, I bounded with fury from my hole and disappeared into Burns. I barely made out "STOP OR I'LL SHOOT!" but I didn't have time to waste on those two bozos. I had serious work to do.

This is January 2016.

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?" It was like nails in my skull. "HEY MOTHERFUCKER, WHO ARE YOU?!" Ugh shut the fuck up! Fuck me I was hammered. I couldn't roll out of my shit heap. "HE'S DRUNK, HELP ME PULL THIS ASSHOLE OFF THE FENCE!" This burly bitch started toying at my crotch so I spun violently from my fetal curd hangover of death and with blood red eyes hissed at him, "I AM BECOME DEATH, THE DESTROYER OF WORLDS!!!" and I leapt six feet in the air, my dingle dongle death triangle flopping in the high desert wind like rotting fruit and the beast of a man poking at me shrieked like a little girl and covered his eyes as I landed squarely with my taint on the bridge of his nose. There were other men with him and they started screaming too. I heard the sounds of at least two rifles lock, but I just smiled, a couple of my teeth fell out into the snow as I slid gently from the man's face leaving a snail slime of shit and semen. Someone, I couldn't see who, vomited violently.

I couldn't see a whole lot as I had beer goggles, but I realized I was inside the perimeter of some sort of militia gathering. As my peepers came to I could just barely make out a sign, which read Welcome to Malheur National Wildlife Refuge Headquarters 6 Miles. I uncapped a mason jar a quarter full of seal vomit and chugged it like water. That same person barfed again and I exclaimed to the flabbergasted and mortified crew, "SHALOM BROTHERS!" and outspread my arms like a crazed man of the cloth emerging from the jungle unto a native village. This one dingus in a cowboy hat approached me cautiously. I remained frozen in that position, arms outspread still, a deranged grin on my face and moved only my eyes as he got closer. "Uh, my name is Ammon. This here is Ryan, Brian and Blaine. We are here to disrupt the work of employees at the Malheur Refuge." The three other men were armed. I began to weep softly and asked if someone had farted then immediately asked, without taking a breath, if anyone had any beef jerky. They all stood there, dumbfounded. Then I changed my tune and blurted out, "The federal government lacks the constitutional authority to exclusively own and manage public lands in United States!" Well it was as if a bomb had gone off. They all cheered and hollered and one of them even said "Bless you, good sir!" and they hoisted me up on their shoulders and began chanting, "KING MAN KING MAN!"

This gang of retards carried me for six fuckin' miles up to the doors of that fucking refuge headquarters and there are news trucks and cops and all sorts of bullshit all along the way. There are also a bunch of these armed assholes and they all start chanting, "KING MAN KING MAN!" and I have to take a dump so I start screaming, "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!" but they don't put me down they just keep chanting. So the waterslide of death starts leaking real terrifying banana scented dogshit and this gentleman below me shrieks and I get dropped on my fucking head and I have this dog toy in my crotch and it squeaks when I hit the ground. Some dumbass starts laughing, which makes me cry, but I am only feigning and when he squints to see if I am actually crying I shoe him so hard in the walnut pouch that he flies through the fucking window and breaks the 2-inch glass and everyone gasps.

So I decide to hang out with these dildos for a few months and things are going well. My favorite part of the trip is hiding in the walls and taking massive corn shits in the hallways. The stench is unbelievable and a few times Ammon is driven to tears, pleading with me to "Use the toilets or go outside." I just laugh and belch into his throat. His fucked up retard brother looks like Chunk from the Goonies and I enjoy fucking with him the most. One night I drugged him with heavy dose of methohexital, which I think he might've had a slight allergy to because he puffed up about three sizes and was gasping for air so I just commenced a barrage of blows unto his face and he was just wheezing all puffed up like a blowfish all red and blue in the face and tears were streaming down his fucked up face like rivers and I just laughed and blew my load into his butt.

It wasn't all fun.

The day we lost the sweet, sweet, sweet, nude and sweaty LaVoy I was so drunk that I was climbing the tower up and down nonstop and just firing off random shots into the air and screaming verses from the Bible. The media got a real kick out of this, but when I heard that LaVoy had been raped, I really got sad because he was my only friend. He used to sneak into my toilet at night and read child stories to me and eventually I told him if he came into my hovel and read one more god damn story to me that I was going to cut off his head and vomit down the neck hole and then fuck it. He didn't seem to hear me so I set that motherfucker up. Sometimes I can go invisible because I am a demon after all and so I told the FBI where they could find these idiots and when they attempted to pull them over I went invi and forced the truck onto the shoulder, dragged LaVoy's dumbass out into the snow and he was squirming and these two spooks come out and they're yelling at him to drop his weapon and he's screaming that he can't so I grab his arms so he's reaching until I hear the dual blast of a scatter gun and as he lays dying I whisper the last few lines of Alice in Wonderland to him:

Lastly, she pictured to herself how this same little sister of hers would, in the after-time, be herself a grown woman; and how she would keep, through all her riper years, the simple and loving heart of her childhood; and how she would gather about her other little children, and make their eyes bright and eager with many a strange tale, perhaps even with the dream of Wonderland of long ago; and how she would feel with all their simple sorrows, and find a pleasure in all their simple joys, remembering her own child-life, and the happy summer days.

And he just lay there wide-eyed as the Feds came up on him and he died. What a fucking tard. ANyway after that and a bunch of other things, I considered my job in Oregon done. It was hard, but I was able to pull off a whole hell of a lot of shit with those backward rednecks and even had sex with a few of them. They might call it rape but I don't give a fuck about that. I made my way east where I found a small apartment in Lake Havasu City and began selling animal porn. Got arrested not long after. Escaped. Got arrested again. Fuck 2016. wHO NEEDs a drink?