A Dream, Ass, and Driving: Hillary
I can't believe racism is still a
problem in today's society.
PuN Abl MaMba
Gamerscore 31090 O
Hahah you fucking Canadian
go sleep in your igloo
*me and my uncle sitting on the couch watching football* *me texting a girl I like* “Yeah i’ll slurp spaghetti out of your ass 😜👅” *send* *5 seconds later my uncles phone vibrates in his pocket* *he pulls it out* *stares at the screen for a moment* *looks at me* “What the hell did you just send me?” he says. “What?” *he shows me his phone* *depression* “Explain yourself right now.” “I-I-I must have sent it to you on accident, I swear.” I stuttered. *he stares at me for a moment* “An accident, huh?” *i nod* *he licks his lips* “Well, that’s okay.” *his hand touches my thigh* “Uhh, what.” “Say, nephew. You ever wake up with weird bruises near your genitals?” “Huh? You told me it was a skin condition.” “Yeah, a skin condition called your Uncle.” *he stands up and takes off his belt* “What are you doing?” I ask nervously. “The same thing I do every night at 3:42 am when you’re asleep.” *he drops his pants* “I don’t wanna hurt you boy. Now turn around and take this dick like a man.” *my mind is racing* “RAPE!” I yell. “RAPE!” *my uncle grabs me* “RA-“ *someone shakes me awake* *its my Mom* “Jimmy what’s wrong?” “It was a dream? Mom... Uncle was going to rape me.” “Your uncle? Jimmy, you have to let him go. Your uncle died 7 years ago in a car crash. I don’t blame you anymore for drunk driving. I’m sure your uncle forgives you as well. He’d never rape you in your dreams.” *she kisses me on the forehead* “Goodnight.” *she walks out of the room* *i cry myself back to sleep* (Therapist Notes: After reviewing your sons story, it is apparent he is suffering from mild schizophrenia and bipolar disorder. We are also suspicious of dementia and possibly psychopathic tendencies. As a professional, I would suggest putting Terome into an asylum for now, until he can retrieve better treatment. But I leave that up to you, as you are his mother.) My Mom puts the paper down and wipes a tear from her eye. “What the fuck is wrong with you...” she sobs.