It was a day like any other.
George Salt opened his bedroom curtains and enjoyed a moment of peace in the sunbeams before beginning his day.
>>25593170"What a beautiful day," he chortled. Looking out into the cul-de-sac, George saw several of the neighborhood children waiting for the bus, looking at cell phones and playing with Pokemon cards. One of them turned around, seeing George in the window, and began to wave. The child's expression, however, quickly turned to one of disgust, and he got the attention of the group, pointing at George's window. Puzzled at the now horrified gaggle of children leering at him, George looked around the room, at the yard and street, not quite sure what the group was upset about. Upon looking down, he realized the problem: he was naked from the waist down, he had pulled a "Winnie-the-Pooh," as he'd heard it called. His half-erect cock was poking out of his forest of red pubic hair, just below his large, beach ball-esque gut.
An escaped homosexual ran up and raped George
George was Curious.
>>25593193sage'd by accident, here's a bump. my bad.
"Oh my god," George ejaculated. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god."
The children circled the pair, filmed the rape with their phones, started laughing, mimicking the homosexual's deranged thrusts and sending group chat messages to their friends: get down here now!
>George is getting FUCKED AND RAPED AT THE BUS STOP!![Send]
Hours passed, and the raping continued unabated.
Suddenly, Goku walked in."WAKUWAKU I HEARD YOU'RE PRETTY STRONG!"
Superman destroyed Goku forever with one slap then broke the fourth wall to write this and announce that the raping of George will continue
George, now being raped by Superman and the rest of the X-Men in addition to Gay Greg, looked at his watch. "Good god, I'm going to be late."
Superman ripped his mighty cock out at supersonic speed with a sound like *puck* and flew off into space. Ten minutes later he returned with a bunch of aliens from another galaxy who had never interacted with humans before, but knew very well what rape was when they saw it.
"Why have you all been raping me?" George asked plaintively.
Suddenly, Goku walked in."WAKUWAKU I HEARD YOU'RE PRETTY FAST!"
The end
But it wasn't the end. It was instead time to truly understand the truth of the following statement:
"Trans rights are human rights"
He meditated on that deep truth. "That's a deep truth," he thought. He took out his phone and went to his favorite place on the internet, /lit/. He opened a thread and posted>Trans rights are human rightsand then smiled. "#True," he thought.
While he was having thoughts, he decided to think about some more things, because he was already thinking about things anyway. He thought about the literary magazine Sixth Finch. He thought about the literary magazine Joyland. He thought about the literary magazine HTMLgiant. He thought about the literary magazine NOON. He thought about the literary magazine Heavy Traffic. He thought about the literary magazine Bat City Review. He thought about the literary magazine DIAGRAM. He thought about the literary magazine Triple Canopy. He thought about the literary magazine Granta. He thought about the literary magazine The Adroit Journal. He thought about the literary magazine Ploughshares. He thought about the literary magazine BOMB. He thought about the literary magazine New World Writing Quarterly. He thought about the literary magazine Socrates on the Beach. He thought about the literary magazine American Short Fiction. He thought about the literary magazine American Poetry Review. He thought about the defunct literary magazine Glimmer Train. He thought about the literary magazine Epiphany. He thought about the literary magazine Annulet. He thought about the literary magazine Asymptote. He thought about the literary magazine Words Without Borders. He thought about the literary magazine Gulf Coast. He thought about the literary magazine The Sewanee Review. He thought about the literary magazine The Kenyon Review. He thought about the literary magazine Triple Canopy, but remembered he'd already thought about that magazine, which meant he was running out of magazines to think about, so he decided to think about something else, but he wasn't sure what else he would think about.
George took a deep breath. He let out a deep, thunderous fart. He took another deep breath. "It is all a circle", he thought to himself.
The weird loop he stumbled upon was no mere illusion. He was trapped in the infinite time-space loop. Did that already happened? Or will happen in a moment?
No longer sure where his reality began, and the fabric of spacetime began, George began to reminisce about the time spent playing in his college no-wave band, The Poopfuckers.
He considered the fact that every time you take the reins off and ask /lit/ to write something it always, ALWAYS ends up being some tortured and frozen internal monologue contemplating lost youth or some boring bollocks instead of going about doing cool shit holy shit he really was trapped, he thought about his lost youth and all those key developmental milestones he never hit
In the middle of being raped, Derek, the class clown and one of the children gawping, guffawed and asked George "you are so pathetic and unaccomplished in an incredibly boring, banal and common way. No-one wants to hear the "musings" of a loser who hasn't grown up and didn't even have an interesting, fulfilling childhood. Both of your stages of life sucked, why are you wistful for one or the other and why do you think an audience cares? I am happy that Superman rapes you."
"Also, holy shit, I just landed a story in The Kenyon Review," Derek said. "You'll never publish a story in the Kenyon Review."
"but my identity is writing," squealed George."Anyone over 105IQ can accomplish your standard of writing if they practised for a week. We all learnt how to write in school. You SUCK, George. You have a coward's hobby, you cannot build anything, go anywhere, jump anything... when have you exerted hourself, sacrificed something, put it all on the line, pushed yourself to real excellence? What have you actually done? Why do you think you get the right to leave your pathetic torment in the mind of someone who loves life, who has seen so much of it and only wants more? Just because you can order some nice words this way and that? Why do you want that? Did you think about that?"
"But I started with the Greeks," moaned George. "You started with jack and ended with shit. You're a talentless poser who wants to be seen as intelligent and thoughtful more than he actually wants to read, study, and sweat. When's the last time you revised anything? Fuck that, when's the last time you actually wrote anything? I'll bet it was years ago. I'll bet you've got a few word docs kicking around that you keep telling yourself you'll get to tomorrow. Don't bother. Even if you practiced and sweated and trained yourself, you shouldn't infect other people with your grimy, putrid droppings. Meanwhile, I'm agented. Meanwhile, I'm getting personalized rejections from The Paris Review. I'm in conversations with Random House. I'm rewriting the face of contemporary literature. I am who you pretend to be. You're nothing, George. You've always been nothing. You're always going to be nothing."
(I'm going to find you and I'm going to lick you and I'm going to lick you so good.)
The escaped homosexual, by now cloaked in sweat, slowed down to a contemplative chug at the words of this precocious child Derek."Wow Derek, I thought I was the one doing the one raping, but that's just brutal!"
Superman, who had been going over some of the Earth-rules with the rape aliens, hovered up and over the crowd of bodies that hounded around George."The raping of George will continue until those assembled come up with a decent plot for him."A balding man in his late thirties wearing stained lounge wear gave Superman a searching look."Does that include endlessly writing about his thoughts and feelings?"Superman descended soundlessly from his invisible dais straight towards him. Suddenly, the balding man couldn't breathe; he found Superman's hand encircling his skinny neck. Superman looked into both of the balding man's eyes, barely managing to hold back visible contempt, then launched the balding man into the sun like a reverse asteroid."No," he said to those remaining.
Grandma starts raping Eminem.
But she didn't knew the words, so it sounded rather primal, our evermore protagonist felt as if in deep dream that stopped making sense
said a retarded ESL
Because for EFL being able to speak in this language is the biggest achievement of their otherwise miserable life. Any esl is ten times smarter than Anglo without any second language. Thought to himself George
>>25594318
A voice from the back of the crowd spoke up. "What if George has to solve a mystery, collecting artifacts across some historical city?"
His suggestion was met with unenthused murmurs."How about George goes to space?"
"Yes!" screamed George. It sounded like pigs were feeding from his rear. "Either of them, please! Anything, I'll do anything! Just get this enraged homo off of me!"
Afterwards, OPs mom decided to sodomize everyone and suicide-bomb the city
As three erect penises tore yet another fissure in George's rectum, a bespectacled brunette raised her hand. "Why are these stories always centering men?"
because we can only write about what we have experienced
, that's why you stupid cunt. Get the fuck outta my story.
she turned around and exposed her lush fanny, so what do think about that faggots
, and then somehow, Palpatine returned...
A secondary crowd continued to form around a man who's English was terrible enough to distract from rape aliens and reality shattering exposition. Several rape aliens started to join the chideing before opening a portal across time and space, bringing club-bearing cavemen and aristocratic English gentlemen alike into the growing secondary crowd. Each were raptured by the humor or horror of the foreigners terrible grasp of English, as though hand picked from their respective times because their special sense of the current circumstance.
Meanwhile, the Rape George line stretched around the entire block. A pair of mischievious raccoon brothers penetrated his ear canals as a leather-clad dominatrix dripped bacon grease onto his back.
It was at this moment that he realised, there must be something more to Bob The Builder franchise, most likely some masonic secrets that George couldn't put his finger on. What he could his finger on was
George's eye sockets
Even in his current crisis, he derived simple pleasure from gently pressing his eyeballs and seeing the little black circles rise like magic on the other side of his vision.
The ground began to collect fluids and stink
Palpatine's barbed cerberus cock flayed George's soft innards and proximate organs to ribbons. Luckily, one of the aliens had brought a healing spray. It looked like something you'd use to water indoor plants with, but it meant the debilitating raping could continue over and over again.
Evidently, aliens were masters of the rape craft, they raped gleefully, while our own civilisation still couldn't figure out plough. What really bugged George was
Superman chilling out ten feet in the air above him, halfway through Finnegan's Wake
"Some hero," thought George bitterly.
Then George had a sudden inspiration. "Maybe if I start farting the loudest, stinkiest farts I can fart, the crowd will go away!"
to his dismay his fart only lubricated the big fat cock thrusting noisily into his behind
"Ack!" cried poor Georgie. But there was nobody there to help him.... *Georgian chants sung from the distance. "wh.. What's that?" asked himself George in despair.
"Daggum what is that smell?" Boomed Larry the Cable Guy, as he made his way into his old friend George's apartment, wafting a hand in front of him.
"Who the fuck is that guy?" said George and aliens staggered by this entrance. Anyways, the chants were sung by
a procession of Indians pulling a juggernaut behind them
Their held an effigy of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, as it was avatar of Vishnu. They all smelled like rancid piss stained shit puke with mold on.
It smells so fucking bad in that room, it even made Palpatine decide to stop returning and he left without a word.
Rape Aliens were shocked. Over the eons and trillion light-years travelled, they have never stumbled upon such smelly creatures. Their dicks went limp. George was
relieved and terrified at the same time, still on all fours he saw them closing in on him, bobbing their heads with increasing speed. It seemed to him that
weather was better yesterday, although it's only cold because of humidity, if it wasn't as humid, it would be warmer. Surely. Although
he was not a weatherman it was clear that a storm was brewing. He stood up with trembling legs and
he
hee
'Amateur...' thought one of the rape aliens, watching Palpatine exit. 'Can't even handle a-.. 'In that instant, the rape alien was brought to the floor in writhing agony by a whiff of one of the indians. It screamed horribly, it screamed and it screamed and it screamed a piercing whale of total terror that shuddered everyone in the rape line.It should be noted here, reader, that this alien has been on countless rapes; drenched in the most foul fluids oozed from the most esoteric creatures in existence but the poor rape alien has been driven to suicidal contemplation in this moment.
THIS STORY IS BROUGHT TO YOU BY:PALMIZIO TRACTORS.
"Saaaaaar, would you like to do the needful and talk about our saviour Vishnu Christ of Nazareth and his miracles?" asked Ranjeet, the high priest of the highest caste
"Thank you for the sponsor" whispered George, his cheeks red, his other cheeks even more. "That's what I needed". A penis was forced into him.
George looked around himself: all of these creatures had something in common. The aliens, the Hindochristians, and everyone else.They possessed a sense of smell. Now, how could he escape th-SPLOK! His butt clapped.His butt.He let out a fart reminiscing a thousand corpses let out to rot in the Algerian summer, with sounds straight out of a Skrillex drop from 2012. No one else around him could breathe.He could act.
But this time, it felt different. Painstakenly George had to empirically experience this for his inner actualization. Who said
>>25594672George clenched his arsehole as hard as he could, he felt a warm blood fountain erupting on his back. The Indian let out a shrill scream and collapsed on the ground like a sack of potatoes
and
A deep voice from above was heard:"FLIGU GIGU."
Vishnu the redeemer appeared in the sky
But notice this large severe area that we have for you today stretching really from about the 91 interchange in the Connecticut Valley all the way south into the central Chesapeake Bay. So warm, moist airs come north. It's going to warm up again today too. Yesterday the warm front comes through. Today it's going back to the north, so we're going to warm up again. We've got a little pocket of instability here, but it's really something else that's going to be responsible for the severe today. Notice what leads the way damaging wind. Eastern PA, New Jersey, Southern Tier of New York.We’ve all been waiting for this! Our first “real” cold front blasts through Houston Friday morning, bringing a much-needed break from the heat and humidity. Highs will be in the 70s all day, something we haven’t seen since July 14.Friday forecast (Copyright 2025 by KPRC Click2Houston - All rights reserved.)This isn’t a front that’s expected to bring severe storms, but a few showers are possible as it moves through mainly in the morning hours. We’ll keep a 20% chance of rain in the forecast. Get ready for cooler temperatures!Weekend forecast (Copyright 2025 by KPRC Click2Houston - All rights reserved.)Strong winds Friday and Saturday:Winds will be a big story across Southeast Texas for about 24 hours. From noon Friday through noon Saturday, strong northerly winds of 15–25 mph will gust to around 30 mph. The strongest winds arrive Friday night, creating blustery conditions for high school football games.Windy Friday afternoon (Copyright 2025 by KPRC Click2Houston - All rights reserved.)With morning temperatures in the 50s, Saturday will feel downright chilly, especially with the wind. The good news? Winds will ease Saturday afternoon, with highs climbing into the 70s.Widespread temperatures in the 50s (Copyright 2026 by KPRC Click2Houston - All rights reserved.)Sunday’s forecast: Fall weather at its best!Obama was a nigger who never actually fucked his wife.If you love a cool, crisp fall day, Sunday is for you. We’ll start with temperatures in the 50s with calm winds before warming into the mid-70s in the afternoon. Expect mostly sunny skies, comfortable temperatures, and incredibly low humidity. It doesn’t get much better than this for a fall day in Houston.Another morning in the 50s (Copyright 2026 by KPRC Click2Houston - All rights reserved.)Extended forecast:The humidity returns Tuesday and so does a small chance of rain. Temperatures are also back near 90° on Wednesday.
anyway Vishnu continued his descend
"Ye shall be redeemed" he spoke. At the very sight of Vishnu Christ the Rapist Aliens started to melt and their dicks swollen
>chortled
Just then Malfoid appeared and spread her legs wide open."Fuck me Krishna, incarnation of Lord Vishnu. Fuck me harder than that kafir nigger Obama ever could," she whispered in his blue ears.As he thrust his massive (for a Hindu) 5" inch cock she cried out "Ram, RAM!"
>>25593221At least the morale must have improved by then..
"I hate it here"... George whispered as he drowned in the cum and shit swirling around him.
The swirling cumshit shrugged and said "it's a living."
The state fish and game had arrived in increasing numbers after pinpointing the epicenter of stink and filth. The polluted waterways had already begun poisoning local wildlife. "You can keep the avatar of vishnu, but you have to stop dumping in the river" muttered a fish and game veteran under a rimmed hat. He accented his sentence with a bullet of blackened spit.
And then they all embraced in everlasting passion of Chrishtnu and flew away from this Samsara, or did they? George was
confused and sexually frustrated
but at the same time somewhat lugubrious and melancholic. his crooked legs now gnawed on by warmongering ant colony with blue t shirts and yellow shoes, but then
he wasn't using those legs for anything anyway. He spent most of his waking hours in a chair and most of his sleeping hours on a couch.
(1)[Translators note: That's a comfy life.]
Sex cum gay analsex rape! Hahaha, however
stupid that might sound to you, my dear reader, with all your wits and shrewds, this truly Batailleain philosophy of trasgressive taboo braking is
nothing compared to
it's Indian and Hebrew parallels.
EFL means English as a Foreign Language.
(That was translators note)George said
(That was also a translators note)George continued to get a train ran on him by a stadium of freaks across all human and alien history.
He looked all around him and behold! the Roman baths. The wonderful thermae. The tepidarium, the calidarium, laconicum--Gaulish soap!--and the frigidarium and piscina.
"I'll show you laconicum" said Scuddles the Rapist
And then he woke up from his strange dream, only to then say "What a beautiful day"
But before he could fall asleep again he realized that everything had been a dream and he found himself
And then he woke up from the beautiful day, only to then say "What a strange dream"
But while Scuddles was gayly enjoying his day after waking up from a dream, George was still adapting to his very real very slippery life as a bus stop rape victim.
(That was a nightmare)
falling in and out of consciousness he flopped around the green grass of home like a newborn
The delirium offers only brief respite before once more being torn from peace and safety and hurled back to the horrible terror of the Roman baths. Georges balls were shocked with unimaginable pain and the line behind him all fell to the water limp simultaneously- there had been dozens of toasters thrown into the bathwater.
Then something breathtaking happened. Something so unique, imaginitive and compelling that only a genius mind could come up with it. And that thing that happened was the following:
He started reading the Analects.
Were eating watermelons next to him
but the sea of soul is at the point of contact of the inner and the outer world, this rhythmically pulsating intermittences were
Then something incredibly dull happened. Something so boring, trivial and inconsequential that only a complete NPC could come up with it. And that thing that happened was:
an epiphany
Time is an illusion. Every day feels the same because every day literally is the same.
No, he realized, it is actually a flat circle.You see
, said the unemployed bloke
;neetdom made him wise beyond all knowledge. He gave George one last hint before he disappeared under his blanket
"The real problem is capitalism," said the neet. "I could be an investment banker or a CEO and be just as productive as I am now. But I won't, because I have a sense of decency."
George could not make any sense of this confusing statement. All his life he had been hustling and bustling, but something inside him began to stirring what if
he truly did become an ubermensche banker? But forsaking his comrades would
Bear would fight with a shark? Or shark with an lion? I guess that depends on the arena. Can bear breath underwater? Or can shark breath air? Tough one, but anyways
he was determined to answer his self-posed riddle.George made his way to the bear enclosure at the local zoo
George had to upload some tiktoks - the bills were not going to pay themselves. Unfortunately his mobile connection only showed half a bar. But this way he would have plenty of time to
ponder more of the great mysteries of life. Is love an illusion? Why do rainbows exist, and is there really a pot of gold at the end of them? How many angels can dance on the head of a pin?
Great so George will go round the zoo just wondering things to himself. Fascinating. The imagination of ESL 4chan neets never disappoints. This will be a thrilling story. Get comfortable. Ready your bookmarks. Do not adjust your ereader. Superman called off the raping to see just what might happen. Here we go.
He stopped to admire the penguins, while his mind tallied up a list of car models. Ford Transit. Kia Sportage. Toyota Corolla. Subaru Forester. Chevy Trax. Ford Explorer. Chevy Equinox. Honda CR-V. Chevy Silverado. Subaru Legacy. Mazda Familia. Lincoln Town Car. Hyundai Elantra. Jeep Wrangler. Dodge Coronet. Chevorlet Impala.
Ford Bronco. Nissan Rogue. Toyota Yaris. Audi Q5. Subaru Crosstrek. Toyota Rav4. Honda Accord. GMC Sierra. Tesla Model Y. Hyundai Tuscon. Jeep Grand Cherokee. Toyota Camry. Ford Taurus.
ProtoArc EC300. Colamy Aether. Libernovo Omni.
He thought about growing up, and how ugly of a child he was. He thought about how boring his life had been. He was still ugly and boring. He thought this gave him some kind of interesting "suffering" but actually everyone just hated him.
In the monkey cage, a simian orgy was unfolding, a small fuzzy microcosm of the horrors George had experienced that morning.
And then SHE approached him.
The woman of his dreams. Lithe, limber and 'licious. "Don't blow this, George" he whispered to himself.
but this was just a minor distraction, he had to take stock of his mental car palace. Finally he arrived at the German cars (note: his grandmother was 1/8 German) they were his favorites: Audi A1. Audi A3. Audi A4. Audi A6. Audi E-Tron. Audi Q5. Audi R8. BMW 1 Series. BMW 3 Series. BMW 5 Series. BMW i4. BMW M3. BMW X5. BMW Z4. Mercedes-Benz A-Class. Mercedes-Benz C-Class. Mercedes-Benz E-Class. Mercedes-Benz G-Class. Mercedes-Benz EQE. Mercedes-Benz GLC. Mercedes-Benz AMG GT. Porsche Porsche Model. Porsche Boxster. Porsche Cayenne. Porsche Macan. Porsche Panamera. Porsche Taycan. Volkswagen Golf. Volkswagen ID.4. Volkswagen Passat. Volkswagen Polo. Volkswagen T-Roc. Volkswagen Tiguan. Volkswagen Touareg.
Ford Transit. Kia Sportage. Toyota Corolla. Subaru Forester. Chevy Trax. Ford Explorer. Chevy Equinox. Honda CR-V. Chevy Silverado. Subaru Legacy. Mazda Familia. Lincoln Town Car. Hyundai Elantra. Jeep Wrangler. Dodge Coronet. Chevorlet Impala.
Volkswagen Golf. Volkswagen Polo. Volkswagen Passat. Volkswagen Tiguan. Volkswagen T-Roc. Volkswagen T-Cross. Volkswagen Touareg. Volkswagen Arteon. Volkswagen ID.3. Volkswagen ID.4. Volkswagen ID.5. Volkswagen ID.7. Volkswagen Touran. Volkswagen Sharan. Volkswagen up!. Volkswagen Scirocco. Volkswagen Beetle. Volkswagen Jetta. Volkswagen Taigo. Volkswagen Caddy. Volkswagen Multivan. Volkswagen Transporter. Volkswagen Amarok. Volkswagen Eos. Volkswagen Phaeton. Audi A1. Audi A3. Audi A4. Audi A5. Audi A6. Audi A7. Audi A8. Audi Q2. Audi Q3. Audi Q4 e-tron. Audi Q5. Audi Q6 e-tron. Audi Q7. Audi Q8. Audi TT. Audi R8. Audi e-tron GT. Audi RS3. Audi RS4. Audi RS5. Audi RS6. Audi RS7. Audi S3. Audi S4. Audi S5. Audi S6. Audi S8. BMW 1 Series. BMW 2 Series. BMW 3 Series. BMW 4 Series. BMW 5 Series. BMW 6 Series. BMW 7 Series. BMW 8 Series. BMW X1. BMW X2. BMW X3. BMW X4. BMW X5. BMW X6. BMW X7. BMW XM. BMW i3. BMW i4. BMW i5. BMW i7. BMW iX. BMW iX1. BMW iX2. BMW Z4. BMW Z3. BMW M2. BMW M3. BMW M4. BMW M5. BMW M8. Mercedes-Benz A-Class. Mercedes-Benz B-Class. Mercedes-Benz C-Class. Mercedes-Benz E-Class. Mercedes-Benz S-Class. Mercedes-Benz CLA. Mercedes-Benz CLS. Mercedes-Benz CLE. Mercedes-Benz GLA. Mercedes-Benz GLB. Mercedes-Benz GLC. Mercedes-Benz GLE. Mercedes-Benz GLS. Mercedes-Benz G-Class. Mercedes-Benz SL. Mercedes-Benz SLC. Mercedes-Benz AMG GT. Mercedes-Benz EQE. Mercedes-Benz EQS. Mercedes-Benz EQA. Mercedes-Benz EQB. Mercedes-Benz EQC. Mercedes-Benz EQV. Mercedes-Benz V-Class. Mercedes-Benz Vito. Mercedes-Benz Sprinter. Mercedes-Benz Citan. Mercedes-Benz T-Class. Mercedes-Benz X-Class. Porsche 911. Porsche 718 Cayman. Porsche 718 Boxster. Porsche Taycan. Porsche Panamera. Porsche Macan. Porsche Cayenne. Porsche Carrera GT. Porsche 918 Spyder. Porsche 944. Porsche 928. Porsche 968. Porsche 959. Porsche 914. Porsche 356. Porsche 912. Porsche 924. Porsche Boxster. Porsche Cayman. Opel Corsa. Opel Astra. Opel Insignia. Opel Mokka. Opel Crossland. Opel Grandland. Opel Frontera. Opel Zafira. Opel Combo. Opel Vivaro. Opel Movano. Opel Adam. Opel Karl. Opel Meriva. Opel Antara. Opel Ampera. Opel Cascada. Opel Tigra. Opel Vectra. Opel Omega. Opel Calibra. Opel Kadett. Opel Manta. Opel Rekord. Opel Senator. Opel Monza. Opel Speedster. Opel GT. Opel Agila. Ford Fiesta. Ford Focus. Ford Mondeo. Ford Puma. Ford Kuga. Ford Explorer. Ford Mustang. Ford Mustang Mach-E. Ford Capri. Ford Bronco. Ford Ranger. Ford Transit. Ford Tourneo Connect. Ford Tourneo Custom. Ford Galaxy. Ford S-Max. Ford EcoSport. Ford Edge. Ford Ka. Ford B-Max. Ford C-Max. Ford Grand C-Max. Ford Fusion. Ford Cougar. Ford Probe. Ford Sierra. Ford Escort. Ford Granada. Ford Cortina. Ford Anglia. Ford Taunus. Ford Scorpio. Ford Orion. Ford StreetKa. Ford Maverick. Ford Thunderbird. Ford GT. Ford F-150. Ford Transit Connect. Ford Transit Courier. Ford Transit Custom. Ford Tourneo Courier. Ford EcoBlue. Renault Clio. Renault Captur. Renault Megane. Renault Scenic. Renault Espace.
flaunting her goods at him George lost his concentration and his thoughts got tangled up with cars of minor quality
She walked past George completely oblivious to his existence and into the arms of her boyfriend.
And then her boyfriend pointed at George and said "I want you to be our bull."
the sight of happy and functional people made George furious, this was his first relationship and she just walked out on him. George unholstered his fists, all these years of watching Jackie Chan on repeat should finally come to fruition
(PoV switch to the woman)
George realised he was standing there completely alone lost in his thoughts again.
"I'm sorry Georgette, we have to pay you 40% less than your male counterparts"
(But this is not really what happened)
An f150 burst into the monkey exhibit, goreing several residents. The flannel wearing man, beating the side of his truck, shouted obscenities about feelings and weakness.
he was a prime specimen of what we call a big fat American fuck
