Post by Ron Gibson on Sept 25, 2009 21:42:14 GMT -6
We hear winces of pain. Crying and sweat dripping off the bathroom floors. A man yelling... yelling in an empty closed area. Which sends echo's throughout the building. A camera is picked up in the bathroom. Stall door is ripped off, ron gibson is sitting there. Tissues on the floor, damp as he's been birthing a piece of crap from his ass. He shakes his head and forces it out by using all his might. Nothing happens... no sound... no relive in his face.
Ron: I don't get it.... I've never had such a problem reliving myself after such a good meal. It's if I have been poisoned, the mexicans hate me but I can't hate their food. It's delicious and I have been punished by my own sweet tooth.
Ron takes a few pieces of toilet paper and puts it in his mouth. He bites down before attempting to exalt this baby from his behind. His face frowns, as nothing can be heard again dropping from the tush that god sculpted for him.
Ron: Damnit. This is why I am the man I am. People take things too seriously. Now I have to sit on this dirty throne for hours, unleashing hell upon this toilet. Just to have the pleasure of walking around again. Just to have the pleasure of kicking cameron's teeth down his throat.... claim myself a shot at his nations top title. Damn mexicans, why must they handle the food? Taint the food that I love so well. A white man would be kinder, a white man would wash his hands and never spike me. Just look at cameron.... does he look like the kind of guy to tamper with my food? Does he look like he would cause me anything else but bodily harm? No. He wants to hurt me, he will try to hurt me. But I'm dirtier than him, I know the shortcut and I know how to exploit the shortcuts. Not that I need them ofcourse.... what is this?
Ron removes a piece of ductape from the wall. A big hole is what he now looks at. He finds it odd. Why is their a hole in a bathroom wall? What is the purpose of it?
Ron: This is what I'm speaking about. Some crazy mexican probably came in here and drilled holes in the wall. Performing some type of construction. Hey... YOU NEED PERMITS FOR THAT MR. SPANISH MAN! You can't just walk around and drill holes because you think it needs fixing. Hmm.... I know mexicans are known for quality work but this looks shotty. Like someone just punched through it with an object... a hard object.... Punks probably? Destruction of property. You know what I do if I found teenage punks messing with my title? Humping it.... writing on it.... gang signs all over it.... I would kick their ass. It's a shame someone can just walk in this world and make holes in bathroom walls. For what? Pleasure? The pleasure of just destroying property? Sticking it to the man? It's a *** damn shame. Like you cameron. This is what your nation probably looks like now. Punks running around..... this could be your fault all I know. The revolting has come to America, in a way to protest the way you're treating the nation you reign over.
Ron puts his arms against the walls and pushes. Spreading his legs further apart but blurred out. Allowing him to put more force into. Using it for leverage and allow the **** to hit the fan. Nothing happens.... disappointment again.
Ron: Damnit.... maybe I'm backup and having issues because of butterflies? I know the mexican race is a tainted and dirty race but maybe just maybe. I'm afraid to face cameron? Afraid of being out there with everyone to judge me? Not likely... considering how I shoot my mouth off about hating anyone that doesn't resemble the skin color I have. Cameron is a piece of cake... a piece of pie? You remember how I devoured poor cherry pie and didn't look back. No regret... no shame.... He was good and the money was worth the even lasting taste it left in my mouth. Cameron is a piece of cake.... that I will just lick the frosting off of and then devour in two bites.
A load of crackling comes from beneath ron gibson and he has finally been relieved. The smell of success is of bad stank but it makes ron smiles. As he pulls his hand away from the hole. Someone licks his finger. Ron looks over and sees it in the person's mouth. As he slowly pulls it away the person grabs it. It's not hands of a female kind... MAN HANDS!!!! Black Man Hands!!!! Ron freaks out, gets off the toilet and rams the wall of the bathroom stall. It snaps and falls on the person next door. Ron runs out of the bathroom and goes outside with his pants around his ankles still. He rams into curtis kanyon. He looks at him... then looks down.... looks at him.
Curtis: Pants.... up?
Ron: Huh... bigger things to talk about man. As I was...
Curtis: Bigger things? Start by putting the smaller thing away first.... now... Please!!!!
Ron: FINE DAMNIT!!!! Gone now.... happy? When I was talking about my run at the nation's title.... I got....
Curtis: National title.
Ron: I.... what?
Curtis: It's the national title.
Ron: There's a difference? I just figured it was like the World Title... you know champion of the world? The national title would make you champion of the nation?
Curtis: Champion of the national league.... baseball.
Ron: What? The hell would I want that for?
Curtis: **shurgs**
Ron: Well anyways.... there was a hole in the....
Ron: Huh... bigger things to talk about man. As I was...
Curtis: Bigger things? Start by putting the smaller thing away first.... now... Please!!!!
Ron: FINE DAMNIT!!!! Gone now.... happy? When I was talking about my run at the nation's title.... I got....
Curtis: National title.
Ron: I.... what?
Curtis: It's the national title.
Ron: There's a difference? I just figured it was like the World Title... you know champion of the world? The national title would make you champion of the nation?
Curtis: Champion of the national league.... baseball.
Ron: What? The hell would I want that for?
Curtis: **shurgs**
Ron: Well anyways.... there was a hole in the....
Russell walks out of the bathroom. He looks a bit stunned, as if a wall fell on him. Well from the blood dripping all over the place, that seems real likely. Ron notices this.... recalls events of what just happened. Shuts his mouth....
Curtis: There was a ho....
Ron: Nevermind. NEVERMIND A WORD I JUST SAID DAMNIT!!!! Let's just get up to the show already... Cameron is in for a national league of hurt.
We fade out.... and never speak of this again.