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02-23-2013, 03:15 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-01-2022, 01:01 AM by Fearless Community.
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It was a rainy day in my town and I had gone to the grocery store to get some good ole fashioned bacon. I was going through the supermarket's aisles and I don't know, I must have been distracted or something but somewhere between the milk products and the candy aisle I got lost. FOR HOURS I WALKED, trying to find the exit or the smoked-meat location, but it was worthless, my legs ached and I was getting so hungry...
Then, I heard a voice: "psssst, colonel? psssst cum here boi i haev sumthin for u bby". I turn around alarmed, frightened but curious at the same time and I asked "Who is this? Momma? is it really you momma?"- No reply.
I continued to roam the corridors, a white labyrinth of several products in displaying shelves, until I heard the voice again: "psssst, hey you, yeah you in the che guevara costume, cum here bootyful i haev sumthin' u'll liek xoxoxox". I look to my left side and there it was, a whole row of packaged bakery. I got closer and closer, drawn to it like a penis to a bum, I distinctively remember being able to read the small printed letter on the label- it said fruitcake.
The world went black.
All I can remember was the stinging pain in my rectum, a thousand needles puncturing my fragile behind while I was being held from every side by dozens of fruitcakes. I passed out and when I woke up the world was different. I found myself laying in the front door of the supermarket in the foggy cold night. Something was terribly wrong.
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Even now when I try to sleep I hear their fruity laughs in my head, and the sweet scent of caramelized fruits in my nostrils.
Then, I heard a voice: "psssst, colonel? psssst cum here boi i haev sumthin for u bby". I turn around alarmed, frightened but curious at the same time and I asked "Who is this? Momma? is it really you momma?"- No reply.
I continued to roam the corridors, a white labyrinth of several products in displaying shelves, until I heard the voice again: "psssst, hey you, yeah you in the che guevara costume, cum here bootyful i haev sumthin' u'll liek xoxoxox". I look to my left side and there it was, a whole row of packaged bakery. I got closer and closer, drawn to it like a penis to a bum, I distinctively remember being able to read the small printed letter on the label- it said fruitcake.
The world went black.
All I can remember was the stinging pain in my rectum, a thousand needles puncturing my fragile behind while I was being held from every side by dozens of fruitcakes. I passed out and when I woke up the world was different. I found myself laying in the front door of the supermarket in the foggy cold night. Something was terribly wrong.
[Image: 3runawayshoppingcart.jpg]
Even now when I try to sleep I hear their fruity laughs in my head, and the sweet scent of caramelized fruits in my nostrils.