Aruceid Brunsteid walked in the bathroom and pulled up her skirt and pulled down her panties and squatted over the toilet.
She grabbed her knees and gripped them. Her anus puckered for a bit, then widened as a large log of brown shit with black specks came out and landed in the water.
"Oh, god." Aruceid hissed as she forced out another log, this time with bean sprouts sticking out from it.
"Oooh, I knew these things would go right through me." Aruceid giggled as she flushed the toilet. She then wiped her ass and threw the wad into the swirling toilet.
Suddenly, the toliet began to back up and water poured out all over the floor. "Oops..." Aruceid looked around and ran out the door.
This game is called “Things That Can Write Better Than You”. The rules are simple. Please correctly select which choice can write better than you:
A. My crotch B. A toilet-full of chunky diarrhea C. An inbred midget clown who swims in choice B D. All of the above
If you chose the correct answer, D, then you have won the following prize:
A flame from moi! Don’t despair! Even if you didn’t choose correctly, I will be kind enough to give you that prize anyway. Who said I don’t have a heart?
Congratulations! Please continue to avoid the dictionary as if it were an oozing, puss-filled sore on an old hooker’s ass. And good grammar? Well, run away from it like it’s a festering syphilitic itch you just can’t scratch in public. Or in words you can understand: your fic sucks donkey balls, and that’s what you wanted me to think, right?
...In more intelligent places in the internet, your post would probably be deleted quicker than any shitty porn I download. And that's a lotta porn, for some reason. <_<
But in a site with "chan" in it's name, I suppose it'll do, and do very well.
