User:Alabanaric

I stood at one end of the street, looked down the jagged cracks scarring the tarmac. At the other end, the feral donkey stood. His grey fur did not glisten in the sun, for it was unkempt and caked in mud. His eyes glistened, though, and they did a crimson red. His torn bandana hung loosely on his head, the fanatiKal syndiKate emblem still visible. As we stood there, I suddenly became aware of the cowboy shoot-out theme, playing faintly in the background. I took a step forward, then the donkey spoke; "I bet you y' couldn't even spit half a yard you **** on a stick!" So i spat. A foaming gob of saliva flew through the air, and hot him square between the eyes. The next bit's really boring, but basically we got into a fight, he neutered me, but i won in the end because i Pi... urinated in an empty beer bottle, tied a bit of his bandana round it, et voila, the best molotov cocktail ever!........... ok ok, that story was rubbish. I'll be back with the one about the 12-bore ferret, adios!