Crobbler and Milton managed a shop across a department store named Flambeys. Their shop sold eath-friendly products at reasnoble prices. Crobbler jerked off into his stryofoam cup and poured the cum into the owner of the shop, Cliffage, half and half creamer. Cliffage didn't realize this but it started to smooth out his skin. Crobbler thought of his divorced wife while he did this ritually every Tuesday. Crobbler thought Cliffage was a total asshole breeder. He just didn't like his lifestyle of expensive yet ugly jerk-dad glasses from his successful career. After 5 on Tuesdays Crobbler let a random friend call him to send him creepy messages like "your wife is sad but i'll follow you to your car". Tuesdays were also birdshit mixed with cum on Cliffage's 2008 Camry day. Despite hating him so much I was awarded employee of the month at flambeys and had a paid vacation day off.
The Camry had a baby seat inside which would occasionally pop a blood vessel in Crobbler's forehead. When this happened he would walk it off. The reason for this was his co-worker, Milton, always reminded him that having a decomposing child on your property is a concern. Hopefully the young one is not clothed so you can go to your wild boar farmer (look it up in the yellow pages) and rent a few to chew away most of the skin, fat, tissue, fecal matter, hair, etc. Get about or measure 2 full cups of maggots across the child. Make sure the child is in a container with formaldehyde and away from any meats bought at the grocery store. Do not be alarmed at the occasional twitching of the dismembered cadaver/corpse. What you'll need next is an airtight container with the formaldehyde (if you wish to preserve the waste) or rent some wild boars to eat way at the dismembered child. However, they will leave the bones behind which should be easy to pulverize since the children's bones tend to be porous. Be very liberal with the lime and keep a low profile.
While walking home from Flambey's to walk off his anger he saw a dead bird with a used condom on it. This made his smile because it reminded him of his friend Mark, a high-school friend, who always said, "The Hearbeat of America, today's Chevrolet" every time he saw a dead stray smashed up cat. A cigarette truck drove by the business park and industrial complex going near the little league baseball game. They were just some good old hometown folks who wanted to keep their porches clean. After the game they got to eat ice cream but if they lost they were forced to play Mortal Kombat 1 on the Sega Genesis instead of Mortal Kombat II for the SNES for the obvious winners in life. The winners were allowed to say to their Mom's, "Bitch, your a slut! I'll fight you if you don't get me ice-cream and a happy meal". Just some good kids having fun. Tomorrow I'm off work but I might watch the new reality show on Bravo called "Rotating Penis".
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