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- [ An Amazing Christmas Tale ] [ By The GNN ]
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- "AN AMAZING CHRISTMAS TALE"
- by THE GNN/DualCrew-Shining/uXu
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- (No, it is 'A amazing tale')
- (Fuck you, it is 'AN amazing tale')
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- SUCKER! HA HA HAAA!
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- It was Christmas evening. Pete was desperately trying to find his dads
- cars keys, which was obviously hidden somewhere in the house. His dad
- hated him for borrowing the car without asking. Pete had looked everywhere
- and now he had even crawled under his parents bed to look. The keys were
- not there. A lot of dust entered his already cocaine-stuffed nose.
- - Shit!
- He slammed the door to his parents bedroom shut and went downstairs. His
- mother stood by this years most distastefully decorated Christmas tree in
- the kitchen and looked depressed. She had a cigarette in her mouth and
- tried hard to light it with a blow torch, the only gift she had received
- during the evening (except for the pornographic video 'Black Butt Busters'
- ("You need education my dear"))
- - Where is dad? Pete asked and looked around in paranoia.
- - Here, his mother answered without a sign of feelings.
- - Here? I cannot see him? Is he in the living room? I guess I will
- have to go there and...
- His mother pointed at the tree.
- - He is there.
- - In the tree?!
- Pete wondered for a short moment if his mother had stolen some of his
- magic mushrooms.
- - No, under it.
- She was right. His father lay under the tree, puking and coughing, a
- result after too much champagne and cigars.
- Pete bent down.
- - Eh... dad?
- - Grumble... hick... cough.
- - Dad, where are the car keys?
- - A thief! Hick! My car! A thief! Die!
- His father quickly stumbled to his feet and ran to the living room, where
- he grabbed a unopened gift. He quickly teared the package apart and
- grabbed the shotgun that was inside it. ("I bought it for personal
- defense").
- - Dad! Wait! It is me!
- - Thief! My car! Intruder! Die!
- Pete froze when his father aimed the gun at him. It was not everyday he
- stared into the barrel of a twelve gauge. Well, it happened now and then,
- but Pete had really excluded Christmas eve as a night for violence.
- Especially from his father.
- - Dad! It is me! You son!
- - Who cares? Merry Christmas and a happy new year!
- Pete's father pulled the trigger. Brain, blood and various other bodily
- objects spread all over the kitchen.
- - You have just shot your son, said Pete's mother.
- - Urp... well, you wanted him to move to another place. Now he can move
- to heaven and spend the rest of Christmas with Jesus. They can dance
- around... hick... the tree. Pete, Jesus and God. He will have more fun
- than we will ever have down here.
- - I am so glad. You are a genius.
- Pete's mother sounded quite ironic. They looked at each other with
- neutral faces. Pete's father placed the shot gun on the Christmas table
- and looked at his dead son.
- - I am so sorry... please forgive me.
- He kneeled in front of Pete's mother.
- - Please forgive me... what have I done? Blood everywhere! This is
- horrible, I have ruined your three days of cleaning!
- - Oh, that is nothing to worry about. Come on, give me a hug and we will
- forget all about it.
- She grabbed Pete's father and pulled him up. She laid her arms around
- him. A loud shot was heard. BOOM.
- - What the...
- Pete's father fell to the floor and landed on top of Pete. Blood squirted
- from the stomach.
- - Urgel... hick...
- - Goddamn! You stupid piece of man! Why do you carry your revolver in a
- shoulder holster on Christmas eve?
- - Cough... personal defense...
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- *BREAK*
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- How to succeed in life.
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- 1. Help fools to get rid of their money.
- 2. Blame the victim.
- 3. Tease adult men who weeps.
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- *BREAK*
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- Pete's father died. He looked quite annoyed when he, a couple of minutes
- later, was forced to dance with his son and Jesus and God around the tree
- in paradise. God just kept on singing shitty songs like "Jingle Bells" and
- "Silent night, holy night". On top of everything, God had dressed himself
- as Santa Claus. Pete's father wondered if Nietzsche was around. He would
- probably pay good money for the extermination of God.
- - I should have bought a pistol instead, Pete's father mumbled.
- God immediately stopped to dance. Jesus however continued and did not
- stop until he crashed into Pete's wide open gun shot hole. God stared at
- Pete's father.
- - WHAT? Do you own a fu... a GUN? God screamed while hiding his divine
- Maschinenpistolen A4 ("A small bribe from Hitler") behind his divine back.
- - Of course, Pete's father answered. To kill intruders. Communists. Are
- you a communist? You wear red clothes. I see you have a beard. Like Karl
- Marx.
- God was in a rage. His face turned jolly red.
- - You motherfu... GET OUT!
- - With pleasure. Where is the divine exit?
- God fumbled in his pockets. After a while, he took up a divine remote
- control and pressed a divine red button. A divine trap door opened below
- the feets of Pete's father. Satan laughed when yet another fool fell down
- to his little charming amusement park.
- - Greeetings... Satan whispered.
- Pete's father was not aware that he had been sent to hell. He thought he
- had, by some reason, been sent to some divine sauna.
- - Charming place!
- Pete's father placed a cigarette in his mouth.
- - Charming! Have you got a lighter my friend? he asked Satan.
- "He he", Satan thought. "More than enough".
-
- (Oh, fuck this story)
-
- THE END.
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- *BREAK*
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- How to really succeed in life.
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- 1. Make jokes at funerals.
- 2. Steal from your friends.
- 3. Laugh at people who are newly married.
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- *BREAK*
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- *CRASH*
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