I'm sorry for being dead on here ;__; I still love Scottman <3
And I don't want the group to start rotting D8
Love you all! <3 <3
Just wondering to see how everyone is...so, how's your summer been? C:
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The Other Halves Of Cartman :DIt was like any normal day in South Park, Colorado. Kyle, Stan, and Kenny were all talking about the new season of Terrence and Phillip, when Cartman wheeled up to them singing a joyful tune.
"What's up with you, fatboy?" Kyle blurted out. "Well, Kyle, if you must know, my half-sister is moving here!" "Your half-sister?" Stan questioned, "You're lying." "Nuh-unh!" Cartman protested, "her name is Samantha, she's 15, and she just got out of the mental hospital."
The others proceeded to laugh histerically. "Cartman, which half is she...." Kyle asked. "Um, duh, Kyle! We have the same mom, her father died in Iraq, why do think......." "Okay, I get it! When will she be here?"
And as if on que, a bus pulled up to the four boys. A beautiful girl walked out with glowing brown hair, black and purple braces, and tired circles around her eyes. "Eric, oh my God!" she yelled.
She picked him up in a choke hold and said, "How's my wittle fat-ass doing?" Cartman managed to squeeze out,"Ay, I'm not fat!
Welcome to hell:ProloguePrologue
It all started over a bucket of chicken.
My life went to hell over an 8.99 bucket of chicken.
It started off like any normal Friday afternoon. It was just about dinner time and my mother was going out to get some KFC chicken. We always got KFC on Fridays, every Friday since I can remember.
Mom was gone three hours that night.
It didn't bother me she was gone. I figured she stopped by to get some groceries or something, and when it got to the point I was starting to get hungry, I called her cell phone to remind what her main priority was: feeding me.
"This call cannot go through. If you need help, please dial your operator .Thank you."
I called three more times and didn't get through.
It was at eight when officer Barbrady showed up at my door. Thinking it was Mom, I was prepared to give her a lecture on the importance of coming home on time.
"Is this the Cartman residence?"
Of course it is. He knew very well it was, everyone did.
I wasn't in any mood t
Mine To Take'Being called a fatass all my life never really had an impact on me. I just shrugged it off every time, telling myself I was just big-boned or buff, but considering that I'm now running for my life and I'm about to pass out from breathing so hard and I've only been running for two fucking blocks, maybe what they always said had something to it.
I don't even know how it got to this point. I was on my way home ten minutes ago and I was passing that gay girl bar, Lesbos or something, when some huge man-lady came staggering out and knocked me over. I told her to watch where her fat dyke ass was going, and the next thing I know I'm sprinting down icy sidewalks with a knife-wielding lesbian on my toes.'
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Eric skidded on the slippery concrete, losing his footing and tumbling into an alley. He struggled to regain his balance, only to be shoved flat once more by his pursuer. The woman was in her early fifties, volatile in size and temperament. She reeked of vodka and cheap beer and her gir