Posted at 11:12 pm on May 5, 2016 by:
Botch Recliner (Soon-To-Be Champion Champion)
THEY DISTILLERY ARE BUTTER THAN MY PEAKS.
Botch had an idea for a moment anyway. He quickly forgot what the idea was for several hours.
In that time, Diper had run out of hotdogs to throw up and sat on the sidewalk in front of the Vampyre Gaybar writing up a new Diper's Dip, where she praised herself, Donald Grump, and Cunner while insulting everyone else, especially Gidboots.
Despite the insults, Gidboots sat next to Diper, jacking off on his newest drawing: a picture of himself fucking and being fucked by animals.
With a HUH?, Botch remembered what his idea was and tried to find the bulldozer. Even though he was standing right next to it, he didn't find it until the next morning. By then, Botch's brother, Rick Recliner, had shown up and was on the front of the bulldozer with a helmet on.
"HUH? SLIME MY SHOES, BURNING," Botch said, confusing Rick for Bernie Pampers for some reason. "I DO CARE IF YOUR DIPER NEEDS CHAINING. YOU MICE GET THE SYMPY OF DEEDS FAAAAAAAAAT ASS REDDICKS, BUT YOU DONUT GET MY SYMPY."
Several more hours later, Botch was finally in the bulldozer and had the engine started. Of course, he forgot what he was doing again and drove around until he found a Cracker Barrel to eat at. A month later, he again remembered what his idea was and returned to the Vampyre Gaybar.
Diper was still sitting outside, writing Diper's Dip Part 1,000, still praising herself. She was too distracted by her ramblings and Gidboots was too distracted by eating one of the hotdogs Diper threw up to notice the bulldozer racing for them.
One tread hit Diper, causing hotdogs to shoot out of both ends, while the other tread hit Gidboots, causing cum and piss from Diper's cock to shoot out of both of his ends. Botch didn't stop the bulldozer there, crashing through the front of the Vampyre Gaybar. Its structure weakened by decades of cum, piss, shit, and vomit that no one ever bothered to clean up, the entire building easily collapsed on top of everyone still inside.
Hopping out of the bulldozer a couple hours later, Botch stood on what was left of the Vampyre Gaybar to find Rick Recliner and Buff Fagwell roasting their small dicks over a fire that had broken out in the rubble.
With another HUH?, Botch tugged his equally small dick out and held it over the fire too.
