The shirt was
A third Rex Rockstar, truer to his stylish yet hopelessly unpunctual nature, arrived at the VIP LOUNGE only to find in its place a miserable cemetery of ash covered in an ominous veil of smog and death.
Propelled by his own incredulity, he ventured forth, his hand covering his nose as to not get a hint of the terrible stench polluting the scene. His gaze caught a hint of something lime green and shiny buried under his feet. He crouched down and discovered it was simply an off-the-rack lime green shirt, nevertheless suspiciously clean.
Endlessly curious, he decided to try it out. Just as he finished putting on the shirt, a voice from nowhere suddenly bursted out:
"I AM GREAT SKY SHIRTA, YOUR GOD. I'VE CLEANSED THE VIP LOUNGE OF ANY AND ALL FUCKUPS THAT MIGHT INTERRUPT THE STORY AND THE DQNS WITHIN HAVE MET THEIR FATE.
THE FUCK UPS ARE EVIL, THEY POISON THE THREAD WITH THE PLAGUE OF FAILURE. SHIRTS ARE GOOD AND ARE REALLY NICE TO LOOK AT. GO FORTH AND GATHER MORE SHIRTS. GREAT SKY SHIRTA HAS SPOKEN".
"Shut up"
said a surviving DQN, who quickly realized they had become a fuckup.
A quick usage of the flamethrower quickly fixed this problem.
By now the fire was spreading far enough to be considered not nice, and in fact a public concern. GREAT SKY SHIRTA and his accomplices were now wanted for arson.
Fairly nice arson.
CHAPTER 19
Arson Jim
So he went to buy some.
But by the time he arrived, he realized he had no money on him.
If you sign up,
You can earn $1,000,000 too.
http://goo.gl/YLysV3
So he signed up and earned a $1,000,000 too.
With his newfound wealth, he hit the club to get a date for the big night. He approached his first target and laid down his smoothest pick-up line, "
I AM THE TERROR THAT FLAPS IN THE NIGHT,
penis
The girl loved it, because she watched Darkwing Duck as a child and also loved cocks. "You're hitting my buttons just right," she told Arson Jim. "You're really....LIGHTING A FIRE in my heart right now, ufufufu."
Too concerned was Arson Jim with his Darkwing Duck impressions and mediocre innuendo to notice the smoke quickly accumulating in the club. By the time the alarm sounded, it was too late.
Right on schedule, with not even a single second to spare, Punctual Gomez set ablaze the entire club using the most holiest of flamethrowers. Right on schedule he fulfilled GREAT SKY SHIRTA's command, not out of any devotion but to the absolute reverence he had towards timeliness.
Arson Jim was too desperate to notice the irony of his impending doom. As he tried to escape, swathes of people intercepted him at the entrance, blocking his only means of escape. All hope was gone. For all the effort it took, each new breathe only managed to sustain his time on Earth for just a handful of seconds. Arson Jim collapsed, his lungs filled with smoke. He died of asphyxia.
The sky fire cremated his body. Arson Jim's body was never recovered by his family.
￣￣Ｖ￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣
NO!!! He was my favorite!!
＿＿＿＿ ∧∧ ∧∧
/ / | | ／ (・∀・ )(´ω`) Put that match down, Jimmy!
l 二 | | | ／ ￣￣旦￣￣／|
＼＿ヽ_＿|| ＼ .／＿＿＿＿＿／／
|;;;;;;;;;;|;;;;;;;;;| |l─────‐l|'
After a moment, the ashes stirred as if by the breeze, though there was no wind.
The actress looked over the barren, scorched land, sighed, and put her shirt back on.
CHAPTER 19
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CHAPTER 19
does not exist
CHAPTER 20
Ten thousand shirtless bodies
thirteen thousand bodiless heads
and shirts, fairly nice shirts, as far as the eye can see!
"What is this place? Is this some sort of heaven, or the depths of hell?"
If you sign up,
You can earn $1,000,000 too.
http://goo.gl/YLysV3
", replied the thirteen thousand bodiless heads, in chorus.
"I don't earn! I take!"
"But who am I? Why have I come here?"
"Wait. It's me, Rex. But...which one?"
Rex looked down at his shirt.
It was a standard lime green affair.
He noticed a ketchup spot and despaired.
In despair, he tore the shirt to pieces
and stared at his wiry unclothed form in a nearby mirror.
"Who amongst even the demoniacs would sculpt such a foul thing as me! Oh woe, oh blight that is my breath! Cling no further to me and leave me hence!" he cried out.
and then he tried to tape together his shirt again with scotch tape
But the friction set him on fire.
in a panic he tore at the shirts surrounding him, desperately trying to find the XXXL
He found an oversized hawaiian shirt that seemed to fit the bill. It
just barely fit him but one or two buttons still flew off.
supreme logo
of a supreme lego
for a supreme ego.
Worse yet, it was saturated with the intoxicating smell of a Sausage and Egg Burrito El Supremo and diet coke.
Driven by his nose, Rex staggered into the street, looking for a Chez Guevara that was still serving breakfast.
supreme logo
haha, it's funny when you repeat it over and over again, just like every other "joke" on this site
"You're free to leave if you don't like it here", said a Chez Guavagina who was busy changing to the lunch menu. "It costs you nothing to keep your mouth shut."
Rex cried. "I didn't mean to be so weak!" he said with cry.
But who was this Cry person, standing next to a sobbing Rex?
yup :D
The Chez Guavagina handed Cry his order, one Sausage and Egg Burrito El Supremo and diet coke.
Cry scarfed down the breakfast, but didn't pay. Czech Guacamole was not amused.
"Don't you love me, don't you want to be proud of me, Czech?" Cry mumbled, distraught and a blend of the soggy brunch sitting in pieces on his face.
Rex mumbled angrily to himself and stomped out of the restaurant, pausing to smash Cry's face into the door jamb several times.
Hamburger Chef made his way out of the shadows.
he takes off his shirt and hes ripped.
It's a fairly nice shirt.
"Put your shirt back on!" saod
Chez Guavagina sternly, with an expression that said he would never serve any shirtless Chefs in this establishment.
CHAPTER 21
Meanwhile, on the Eastern front,
His brother was masturbating
as a part of a very special mission
to cause the Führer to
shoot juice every where
, including all over his own shirt! With his shirt soiled, he would be left with no choice but to
concentrate all the Jews into camps and make them wear striped shirts.
"This is an absolute must watch if you haven't seen it already. Pee in your pants worthy," said the Führer.
True to his word, he was concurrently peeing in his pants.