- >http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Ht5RZpzPqw
- "Gotta love that song." You say as you turn off your clock radio.
- >Go to take a shit and finish it off with shower and a shave.
- >But don't shave that sole patch. Bitches love it.
- >Hike up your jeans with tears in the knees.
- >Through on your red flannel and fingerless gloves.
- >Look in the mirror to check out your hot face.
- "Totally ready for this gnarly day!"
- >You are Anonymous. Anonymous that's mentally trapped in the 1990's.
- >As you head downstairs, look at your Cathy Ireland poster.
- >Get close to where you're inches away from the goddess's face.
- "I'm totally gonna spank my monkey to you later."
- >The poster says nothing.
- >You hold your finger up to it to shush it anyways.
- >Grab a bowl of Count Chocoula.
- >There's a ding dong at your door.
- "Oh man, I hope it's not the yellow chick. She totally harshes my mellow."
- >Open the door and look down to find a skateboard on the ground.
- "Radical!"
- >A note on the board reads:
- Dear Anon,
- I totally hope you find the board radical.
- -Fluttershy
- "Jeez I guess Fluttershy had a change of heart. Better test this baby out."
- >Quickly run inside to grab your chain wallet.
- "Maybe there'll be stand that sells funyuns."
- >Stop to remember the succulent yellow onion flavored chip.
- >Fight to hold the tears in.
- "I'll never let them see me cry." You say looking to the sky.
- >Take a lick of your ringpop™ and continue your journey.
- >Ringpops™ are the cats meow.
- >Who cares if you cover your hand in your own saliva.
- >Arrive at the skate park and see your buddy, Frankie.
- "Frankie, bro! How's it hangin'?" You ask while you high-five into a hug.
- >"Nothin much bro just watching this chick get some gnarly grindage."
- >Look to who he's talking about.
- "Is that.... Fluttershy?!"
- >She comes to a screeching halt in front of you.
- >"Sup?" She says nodding to you.
- "Flutters! I didn't know you could shred!"
- >She grabs her board.
- >"There's a lot of things you don't know. Like I can beat you in a skate competition."
- "Woah now Flutters. You're pretty good, but you can't take me."
- >"Care to wager?"
- "Sure. If I win, you clean my house for a month.
- >"And if I win?" She asks crossing her arms.
- >You think for a second.
- >It hits you.
- "I'll do anything you want me to do for a whole week."
- >"Anything?"
- "Anything."
- >Her cheeks burn red at the thought.
- >"Deal!" She says reaching out her hoof.
- >Shake her hoof, sealing the deal.
- >Frankie pulls you aside.
- >"Anon, are you sure about this?"
- "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"
- >"Well, I've never actually seen you skate, and she's pretty good."
- >That's when it hits you.
- >You actually have no idea how to properly skate.
- >Skating scared you.
- >You didn't want boo-boos.
- "Fuck."
- >"You ready?"
- >Turn to Fluttershy, who has a shit-eating grin on her face.
- >"I'll go first."
- >She skate down the ramp and begins to show you her skills.
- >It's like she's a pro.
- >Watch in horror as you realize how fucked you are.
- >It's like a 12 year old play Tony Hawk's Pro Skater 8™.
- >She finishes and lands a little bit away from you.
- >"Your turn." She says with a sarcastic tone.
- >Look to the board in your hands, then back to Fluttershy.
- >'Gotta think of something, dude!'
- >Swiftly, like a monkey, you bash Fluttershy over the head with the skateboard.
- >She's knocked unconscious.
- >People gasp at the sight of blood pooling around her head.
- "I WILL NEVER DIE!" You yell trying to skate away.
- >After skating five feet you fall off the board.
- "SHIT! I broke my ankle!"
- >Get up a try to limp away.
- >Your broken ankle gets caught up in a small hole and is torn off.
- >Scream in pain as you look down at your new nub dripping with blood.
- "FUCK YOU FLLUTTERSHY! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!"
- "FUCKING FLUTTERSHY!"
- "The end." You say patting your child on the head.
- >"Did that actually happen Daddy?"
- >You tear off your foot.
- "I DON'T KNOW YOU TELL ME!"
- >Begin beating your son over the head with you bloody foot you just tore off.
- >You wake up screaming.
- >Your Dad comes bursting through your door.
- >"What's wrong son?"
- "I had a nightmare Daddy." You choking through sobs
- >"What was it about kiddo?" He asks rubbing your back.
- "I had a nighmare that you tore your own foot off!"
- >"Huh. YOU MEAN LIKE THIS!"
- >He grabs his foot and twist it off.
- >Look in horror as he dances around the room, like a mad man, with blood spurting everywhere.
- >Eventually you calm down as your Dad continues to dance around the room.
- "Fucking bad end."
- END

