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My Coin-Operated Boy You are my Coin-Operated Boy
You are more to me than just a toy
I love you with all my heart
Crenny-FinallyWARNING:I DO NOT OWN SOUTH PARK,KENNY,CRAIG,KYLE,OR STAN!THEY BELONG TO MATT STONE AND TREY PARKER!YAOION'T LIKE IT?THEN,GO AWAY!
It was just any other normal day:The sun was shinning,the birds were singing,the children were-well-being kids,and the teachers were yelling at us.I looked around the classroom and tried to find Kenny,bit to no success."Where is he?"I whispered to myself;I haven't seen Kenny all day.
"Craig Tucker!"My teacher yelled.
"Yes Ma'am....Err..Sir..Whatever you are!"I really wasn't for sure what gender my teacher was.
"Umm..Yeah..listen in class,please."
I only nodded in respect and I finally heard the bell ring;I was the first one out,as usual.
I started to look for the small blonde and couldn't find him.I eventually reached my locker and still no sign of Kenny."Where are you,McCormick?"I whispered,slightly annoyed.Stan walked by me and looked my way.I might as well ask him.
"Hey,Stan!Do you know where your boyfriend is?"Yeah,Stan and Kenny have been going out fo
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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