Dim Shades 2010
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[Continued from previous story]
"Avenging 9/11?" replied Algier whose look on his face resembled the reaction to someone who farted while watching a serious news broadcast. "You're an idiot."
CPF, obviously offended by this very weak barb, jumped up from the bed with a very pissed off look slapped on his face.
"You know what, fag?" replied CPF, his face puffing up. "At least when I go to your house, I don't eat all the stoned wheat crackers and vodka sauce."
"Hey, fuck you." replied Algier in a hurt tone. "Those crackers tasted like shit. It helped sculpt my accent - shit mouth."
CPF waved his hand in the air in a "fuck this" kind of way as he stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind him. As he walks to his Vette, he hears a woman across the street screaming. As he walks over to the house, the screaming suddenly subsided. As CPF began to inch back to the Vette, the screaming began again. He runs to the house, kicks in the door and begins to inspect.
"Shut up, you fucking whore." said a voice. "One more outta you and I'm going to tear your ass into little pieces."
CPF looked to the coffee table, where he seen a bloody tampon smeared across the light wood finish. Holding his mouth to avoid puking, he began to walk up the stairs and hear the commotion coming from a slightly agape door. As he peeks inside, he sees a short guy, about 5'6'' with a chili bowl haircut, his sideburns as thick as his mouth get up.
"Oh, Cory." said the female voice. "You know exactly how to put a little more mileage on my old cunt."
Cory lit up a cigarette as he cracked a smile of sheer satisfaction. As he took a puff and blew some smoke rings, the females hand was seen trying to grab it.
"You want a smoke, bitch?" asked Cory, his big brown eyes piercing her. "Have a drag on me" as he pushed the lit cigarette on her thigh and began to drag it, causing another orgasm to lift off from the feeling of the cigarettes burn.
CPF kicks in the door and starts to eyeball the females tits.
"Hi fags" said CPF as began to unbutton his pants. "Room for one more?"
Cory slowly turned around with a look of fire in his eyes. He swung around and tackled CPF, who was still at that point trying to unbutton his pants. CPF swung his foot around and kicked Cory in the head, knocking him out.
"What a fag." said CPF "I wanted the chick - not you, homo." as he began to brush off his Orioles jersey as he got up.
"Who the fuck are you?" asked the woman, obviously distressed.
CPF began to look at the woman from head to toe with a look of disgust. Her blonde hair looked like it was conditioned with fry grease and her pink contact lenses reminded him of a grapefruit urine. She began to smile at CPF exposing her rotten, decaying teeth that looked like small, old school can openers.
"WHAT the fuck are you?" replied CPF "You look like the trailer trash version of Jabba the Hut."
"You don't remember me, CPF?" asked the woman, shining her cruddy, decayed teeth "It's me, Bunnie."
"Wow. I knew you were a ho bag and all, but wow...you look like shit." replied CPF who began to tiptoe to the balcony.
Bunnie began to put on her robe as she approached CPF with a kissy-face, showing off her gross, rotten teeth and her piss colored eyes. As she walked, cockroaches began to come from under her robe. CPF, obviously flustered falls out of the way as Bunnie begins to run to him. As CPF falls, Bunnie goes over the balcony and lets out a brief scream until she hits the lawn below. CPF looks over the balcony and notices that Bunnie is not moving at all.
[Fixxor's Apt. - 2:00 PM - next day]
"Yeah, your brother was laying some fat bitch." said CPF, whose brown eyes looked like chocolate drops. "Her tits looked like fried eggs."
"Ok, fegz." replied Fixxor. "I'm sick of hearing how my brother bangs a lot of chicks. Half of them are Jerry Springer rejects." as he began to stroke his goatee.
"Yeah, but your brother actually GETS laid" replied CPF who crossed his arms, smiling. "So anyway, you a fag?"
A long, awkward pause for about 10 second ensues --
"No" replied Fixxor. "He gets laid all the time because alcohol can make even make you attractive."
"Fuck you, Fixxor!" replied CPF "I'm handsome you fag!" as he pointed his thumb at his chest.
[Cory's House - 2:25 PM]
Cory is sitting on his couch, Bunnie lying on the recliner, her eyes almost looking sewn shut. The smell of shit and urine was strong in the air as her body laid in the recliner, motionless. Cory looked at her, a lone tear rolling down his cheek as he rips his white a-shirt/wifebeater and screams her name.
"Bunnie." said Cory as he lays her motionless head on his shoulder as he is perched at the side of the recliner. "You were quite possibly the most filthiest fuck I've ever had. Seriously, you probably took a bath once a month."
"I can't let you go, however. I've laid and dropped every girl in this two bit town. Wined 'em, dined 'em, fucked 'em and dumped 'em. I guess my own assholish nature has led to my own demise. I love how the caked up roughage of your yeast infection felt on my cock when we did it."
"You're going to have to let her go, Cory." said a man who walked into the room. "There's light at the end of the tunnel."
The man was around 6 feet tall, thin with spiked up dark hair and a green overcoat, sporting pearly white teeth. This is Robert "OpenGlock" Glockenspiel.
"There's going to be a light from the barrel of my gun if you don't get the fuck off my property." said Cory as he caressed Bunnie's greased up hair.
"You can either let life go on or you can cry the same old tears for some druggie bitch who thought you were just another dick on the blackboard." replied Openglock. "The choice is yours."
Cory began to strum his hair with his fingers as he begins to look down at the floor with indecision in his eyes and heart.
"Give me your keys." said Cory. "I need to say my final goodbyes to her." His eyes began to tear up again and his cock began to feel like a limp mushroom inside his hand.
"Go on, Cory. You'll never be free of her until you accept that its over." replied Openglock who handed him the keys. "And if you scratch my god damn car, I'll bury your ass, motherfucker."
Cory nodded as he carried her lifeless body outside and drops it in the trunk of Openglock's light blue Le Baron convertible. He wipes away a tear as he closes the trunk, gets inside and drives away.
"That boy is one fucked up individual." said Openglock as ate a chicken leg from the fridge.
[2:45 PM - Fixxor's Apt.]
Fixxor and CPF are watching a nude African tribe on the Discovery channel. Fixxor's pants were unzipped and he was obviously whacking it from CPF's POV, despite the side of the recliner and Fixxor's sleeve hiding his cock.
"All this talk about black people is making me thirsty." said Fixxor who was at this point breaking into a sweat.
"Want some Malty Malt?" asked CPF "That shit is cheap but it gets me fucked up."
"You get fucked up off one can of 3 point, little man." said Fixxor who began to laugh as he blew his load onto the floor and then falls facefirst into it, creating a shimmering sheen of lip gloss.
As CPF is laughing at Fixxor's facial malfunction, the door slams open and Openglock walks in.
"Uh, yeah." said Openglock. "Your brother is probably going to kill himself over that fat bitch he was laying."
"What a puss." said Fixxor as he blotted his lips. "I'll go after him in about 20 minutes."
"Yo Robert. Want some cheese puffs or some shit?" asked CPF who held up a bowl of them.
"You fag. Don't offer my fucking food to people!" screamed Fixxor "Fucking idiot."
"Dude, fuck you." replied CPF who turned the bowl upside down and began stepping on the cheese puffs. "No puffs for you -- fucking fat motherfucker"
CPF marches out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him.
A short pause occurs.
"What a fucking queer." says Fixxor, who resumes watching the African tribes documentary as Openglock simply sits where CPF was sitting.
[3:00 PM - Yemsi's Bluff]
Cory got outside the car and braced his back against the hood as he began to look into the endless drop off of the bluff. He took a sigh, lit up a cigarette and began to smoke it down to nothing. With a few more puffs left on it, he simply flicked it off into the drop.
"Why did I let this happen?" said Cory to himself. "I had to be the most wildest fuckbeast in town and tame the craziest honeys. If I wouldn't have fucked her proper, she never would've fell to her death. But then again, if I fucked her like a dead horse, she would've left me anyway."
"Life is fucking complicated." said Openglock who walked up and sat down at the edge of the bluff. "One day your penis has a gold medal around its neck -- and the next, it's lucky to get a participant ribbon."
"Ain't that the truth." replied Cory as he began to sit next to Openglock. "I learned my lesson...for now: Don't be a great fuck nor a shit fuck - be an adequate fuck."
"That or just don't become so attached to people." said Openglock as he took a flask of whiskey from his coat and swigged it. "Attachment is like a virus in your e-mail...it fries your computer and costs you money."
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" replied Cory, who grabbed the flask and took a swig himself. "Take a chick to a burger joint and make her get something on the dollar menu?"
"Yeah, kinda."
As the day began to turn into night, Cory fell asleep in the back seat of the car. When he awoke, he came to the realization that it was time to say goodbye. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, went to the trunk and looked at her body for the last time. He caressed her greasy hair and groped her rigor mortis plagued tits as he began to sigh quite heavily. As he began to pick her up, he could hear the sound of a horn blaring. As he jumps out of the way, a Corvette slams into the back of the car, knocking it off the bluff.
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