Title: Screwloose raped me D: part 1 Author: Anonymous Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/LJFVM02d First Edit: Thursday 23rd of January 2014 08:49:51 PM CDT Last Edit: Thursday 23rd of January 2014 08:49:51 PM CDT     I could feel it like it was only yesterday. The moist air that night was a sign of rain that was due soon. I thought that I would be back home before I was drenched with spaghetti, so I was just enjoying a quiet walk to the store to get some milk. Nothing bad is ever on the news in this small town so I am never afraid of what may lurk in the dark. Everything was always peaceful and the warm glow of the moon complimented by the bright street lights had always enveloped me in a blanket of security. This was always what I thought until that night however.     I was making my way, with my scruffy neckbeard and adorable MLP:FIM T-shirt, street by street. It was quite a walk to the store; only about five hundred feet of walking and I was out of breath. Breathing in the air with my weak lungs I noticed that I was finally in the parking lot. I gave a gay cheer as I skipped the rest of the way to the automatic door; while being stared at by the cashier in shock. (Now that I remember I think I slightly heard him say "Brace yourselves gentlemen we have a faggot on the way" before I entered the store; Nah I think he said something else.)     Of course because of my condition I chose the cart-scooter-thing; not because of my weight, no  I was as skinny as a twig, it was because of my condition where I can't walk long distances. I think my doctor associated the condition with lack of exercise, and I qoute that he said "get the fuck off 4chan and do some exercise faggot". The cashier see's this and began flipping his shit like it was alive on a frying pan. I tried explaining to him about my condition and he lost his shit like it finally got off the pan and stuck on the roof;  I can't believe ass holes like this exist. I tried begging, pleading, and even bribing him to let me use the Scooter of Swift Transportation, but he wouldn't budge a fuckin' bit.     He was all like "Aww nah horsefucker get your ass into gear or I will kick it in gear for you".     I recoiled with "I am going to tell your manager you said that", and he comes back with "Let me see your bruise when you get back".     In I gave in to his demands of not using Hermes' Scooter of Swiftness, and tried pulling out a normal dull gray cart. I struggled quite a bit getting the large cart out of place. I struggled so much that it took at least five minutes to finally get the damned thing out. Slowly I inched it closer to the dairy aisle while the teenager laughed his ass off and pointing his finger saying "Do you even lift bro?". Holding back the tears I tried harder and harder to get the cart moving. Quickly it got out of arms reach and I fell onto the floor tiling popping my head open like a MLP:FIM Piņata spilling spaghetti everywhere!   The last words I heard before I blacked out was "Clean up on the dairy asile, and call an ambulance for the cart, I think he broke it's wheel."