Category: Buttlah and Artymiss
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Shef’s Spaghetti
Shef cackled with delight and he pushed the heavy metal spade into the ground. He was in the graveyard in the middle of the night. A full moon blazed down, illuminating the headstone where Shef was stationed. He wheezed with exertion as he heaved his flabby stomach into his foot, which pushed the blade into…
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Artymiss, Maleb, And The Bank
Maleb Caddix whooped in his fiberglass restraints as his father, Madt, screeched into Fifth Third Bank’s parking lot in their Lamborghini. “LET’S GO! I’M NO AVERAGE, I’M SO SAVAGE!” Maleb shrieked. His seemingly boneless limbs flapped this way and that, destroying anything that was in their path. “Shut your mouth son. We have…
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Buttlah and Artymiss
Artymiss was a 12-year-old idiot. He had splotchy pale skin and a slicked back mop of hair, which hung down to his shoulders. He wore headphones which were always blasting rap, baggy jeans with stains and holes, and a transparent white tank-top, which showed off his painted-on mascara 13 pack, something which wasn’t possible unless,…