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quality friendship

By: froggerhasxbox on Jun 18th, 2012  |  syntax: None  |  size: 2.11 KB  |  hits: 100  |  expires: Never
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  1. >live out in the woods>
  2. despite fluffies being a pest. you hardly ever see a herd
  3. >but when you do. you raise hell
  4. >today is a special day
  5. >a herd of at least 30 fluffies has come across your house
  6. >the smartieass friend decided to try and drive you out of the house
  7. >he bucks on your wall trying to get you out
  8. >this isn't okay
  9. >you call your friends over to have some fun killing these fluffies
  10. >while waiting for them to arrive. you go after the smarty
  11. >dum musnta go way o giv big owchies
  12. i was here first
  13. >it starts to puff up it's cheeks
  14. >you grab it by it's head
  15. >the herd doesn't seem to notice
  16. >you take him into your house
  17. so how do you want to die?
  18. >pwease no huwt fwuffy. fwuffy sowwy.
  19. so a slow death of limbs being torn off then they will be crammed into your throat an ass?
  20. >fwuffy sowwy! fwuffy sowwy! fwuffy sowwy fwuffy bad!
  21. that's why i'm gonna kill you
  22. >after doing what you've said you were going to do to him. your friends finally show up.
  23. hey you made it
  24. >three of your friends. one of them has some sort of grenade in his hands
  25. what's that?
  26. >"it's a gas i made just for this occasion."
  27. >fair enough
  28. >all you have to do is trick them into going into your basement
  29. >that should be easy
  30. >you walk over to the herd
  31. >new fwen?
  32. yes i am. who wants spaghetti?
  33. >they start to flip shit and even shit on each other
  34. then follow me to my cave made of nothing but spaghetti
  35. >they buy the whole thing and follow you into your basement
  36. >your friends shut the door behind them.
  37. >whews sgetties
  38. >"here's your fucking sgetties."
  39. >your friend throws the grenade into the basement
  40. >the hiss of it makes the fluffies jump
  41. >one walks into the cloud of gas
  42. >it starts screaming
  43. >it crawls out covered in blisters, skin falling off, coughing up blood
  44. >either the fluffies cover their eyes, run to help it, or shit
  45. >pregnant mares give birth
  46. >in a few hours all the fluffies are falling apart
  47. >all the gas does is make you itch a little
  48. >one fluffy drags it's body over to you
  49. >hu...hugsies?
  50. >you kick it back into the mess
  51. >they eventually all die
  52. >you didn't think that far as to cleaning them up
  53. >fuck