Story Time with King Joker

Here is a story from King Joker's family life:


Niggacock has died!
So, Niggacock Up Mi has died. It was strange and quite sudden. I was making cookies for him, and I sprayed the pan with Raid so the cookies wouldn't stick to the pan. I put Benzene, Nitrosamines, and Hydroquinone in the mix, Johnny said it would taste better that way. He died after he ate the cookies. Why?"-King Joker


So, this one night I said to myself: Huh, I never would have thought pencil's could go THAT far through Niggacock's carcass. I mean, sure, it was rotting for a week or two, but still, IT'S JUST A PENCIL!

I stroked Niggacock's thin Blasian hair as I sang a lullaby.

"You and me, baby ain't nothin' but mammals, so let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel."

Niggacock's eyelids burst open all of a sudden and said, "I will fucking kill you, bitch!"

My first reaction was to grab the nearby peroxide and dump it all over his eyes. When I did that Niggacock jumped up and shoved two pens in my throat. I grabbed some Raid and sprayed it in Niggacock's open wound where I was stabbing him with the pencil, he cried out in agony as I sprayed more and more Raid in the wound.

I trained for this day, my husband Johnny trained me if one of our numerous dead baby's came back from the dead for revenge.
I grabbed some for nearby pesticides, and pouring them down Niggacock's throat. Niggacock gargled as more poisons entered his mouth.

"DIE YOU MOTHERFUCKER FROM HELL!"

Johnny, my loving/abusive husband ran into the room.

"What in the fuck are you doing you crazy bitch?!", he said to me.

"Nothing, honey. Just killing this hell spawn."

Niggacock's barely 7 month old body went limp. He's dead now. I hope.

Do you think I'm retarded, DMB?

DMB post the "Rita is fucking dead" PM I sent you, LOL.