It Came From a Dumpster
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StondTmplPilot
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He's funny...plain and simple
Calamity Jane
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because his ass is so kissable!
StondTmplPilot
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bumping this one up because it is worth reading over and over again!
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Chapter 2
Keeping Yayati alive
PC is by far the funniest mutha on the lit. I love his rants and posts. Beyond funny, there is an intelligence there that scares me. Maybe we should let Ashcroft and the Bush administration know about the situation here in the lit.
Fuckin'a, Chapter 2 PC, bring it on.
A
PC is by far the funniest mutha on the lit. I love his rants and posts. Beyond funny, there is an intelligence there that scares me. Maybe we should let Ashcroft and the Bush administration know about the situation here in the lit.
Fuckin'a, Chapter 2 PC, bring it on.
A
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Chapter 2, Escape and Evasion
“But what is a Ya-ya-ti?” asked the idiot-boy.
“No one knows exactly, my son. From its half human/half-rat appearance, I would venture to say that it’s half human, and half rat. Although that begs the question: how would a male human fit it's penis in a tiny rat vagina, unless it had a very tiny penis like say, KidRock? On the other hand, why would a female human let a rat impregnate her unless she was really into rats? Sort of bizarre, don’t you think?” replied the wise man.
The idiot-boy didn’t answer. After all he was an idiot. He thought tiny people lived inside his parent’s TV set and that chocolate milk came from chocolate cows. He had asked his mother for a chocolate cow many times, but she always slapped him, so he stopped asking. He stared at the slimy creature huddled between it's mother’s legs. “Oh look, it’s moving!” cried the idiot-boy.
It was true. The black, slimy mass the size of a small dog was moving slightly. The crowd around the dumpster stared in horror as its lips curled and exposed it’s pointy orange teeth. Slowly a beady red eye blinked and it’s gnarled limbs stretched. A thin gray tongue snaked out and it seemed to yawn as it stretched. The crowd backed away from the dumpster a bit, not knowing what to expect. The Yayati seemed to be trying to sit up on its haunches. After a few tries it did sit up and look around, surveying the people that stared at it.
“Is it dangerous?” asked someone in the crowd.
“Oh, it is,” replied Manohar. “Not in a physical way…I mean look at how weak and scrawny it is. Yes the teeth might inflict a nasty bite, rife with virulent bacteria, for the Yayati feeds on it’s own shit but other than that it’s fairly harmless physically. No, it's danger is in it's extreme bigotry and ignorance. It hates all other living things, and tends to irritate people to death. This is it's major weapon.”
The Yayati seemed to be attracted to the wise man’s voice and focused its evil glare on him. It’s black lips curled into a grin and it’s mouth opened….
“heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” yowled the Yayati, caused the crowd to grimace and cover their ears.
Suddenly, a large man with a machete lunged forward, swinging at Yayati and narrowly missing his head. Yayati leapt from the dumpster and ran on it’s little ratlegs, weaving through the legs of the crowd. Once he was clear of the crowd, he stood in the middle of the hard-packed dirt street and faced the crowd still gathered around the dumpster.
“I c u r a bunch of cunning ndns, trying to take my life! I will not have it. Dance for me! Dance I say, you sweet-talking cuntz! I will skin and use you for my lampshades, bcuz u r all nazis and whores!” Yayati spat a thick brown mucilage at the crowd, staining the sari of a woman nearest to him. He then turned and loped off down the street, disappearing around a corner.
Yayati ran through the streets, staring at and occasionally spitting on or trying to bite people he met. People did not know what to think of this bizarre, evil being. Yayati was nearly assaulted several times, and shot at once by an angry shopkeeper after he jumped on a large basket of rice and pissed in it. It was growing dark, though, and he needed a place to hole up for the night.
“All these ppl are sick and twisted freaks,” thought Yayati as he continued onward. “They are all cunning liars and sweet-talking magical idiots. I must destroy them with my keen wit! Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”
Yayati was not sure where he was headed. After all he really didn’t have brain. His small ratskull was filled rather, with a yellowy custard-like substance resembling pus. His speech patterns were a series of repetitive sayings, mere instinctive response to outer stimuli, brought on by generations of inbreeding more than any form of organized thought.
After hours of running through the streets and irritating and pissing people off, yayati found himself at a pier. A giant cargo ship lay docked before him. He spied the thick lines securing the ship to pier, and began climbing up one of them toward the ship.
“This looks like a strong safe house where I can be free of these freaks!” thought the beast. He began crawling up the mooring line towards the ship.
As he crawled off the mooring line and onto the deck, Yayati was surprised by a seamen sweeping the deck. The seaman swung his broom at Yayati, narrowly missing him.
“Heeeeeee! U r cunning, but have no talent with a broom. U would do better to bcum a two-rupee hore like my mother! Shake your tootie for me, blackjack dalit pig!”
The seaman threw the broom at Yayati, but it clattered harmlessy against the ship. Yayati ran quickly down a hatch and found himself in the collecting tank of the ship’s head. A feast lay before him. He dined mightily on turds and fell fast asleep on a pipe in the tank.
As he slept and had malevolent nightmares about all the groups of people he hated instinctively, the ship’s crew cast off the mooring lines and the ship got under way. By the time Yayati would awaken from his evil slumber, the ship would be many miles out to sea….
“But what is a Ya-ya-ti?” asked the idiot-boy.
“No one knows exactly, my son. From its half human/half-rat appearance, I would venture to say that it’s half human, and half rat. Although that begs the question: how would a male human fit it's penis in a tiny rat vagina, unless it had a very tiny penis like say, KidRock? On the other hand, why would a female human let a rat impregnate her unless she was really into rats? Sort of bizarre, don’t you think?” replied the wise man.
The idiot-boy didn’t answer. After all he was an idiot. He thought tiny people lived inside his parent’s TV set and that chocolate milk came from chocolate cows. He had asked his mother for a chocolate cow many times, but she always slapped him, so he stopped asking. He stared at the slimy creature huddled between it's mother’s legs. “Oh look, it’s moving!” cried the idiot-boy.
It was true. The black, slimy mass the size of a small dog was moving slightly. The crowd around the dumpster stared in horror as its lips curled and exposed it’s pointy orange teeth. Slowly a beady red eye blinked and it’s gnarled limbs stretched. A thin gray tongue snaked out and it seemed to yawn as it stretched. The crowd backed away from the dumpster a bit, not knowing what to expect. The Yayati seemed to be trying to sit up on its haunches. After a few tries it did sit up and look around, surveying the people that stared at it.
“Is it dangerous?” asked someone in the crowd.
“Oh, it is,” replied Manohar. “Not in a physical way…I mean look at how weak and scrawny it is. Yes the teeth might inflict a nasty bite, rife with virulent bacteria, for the Yayati feeds on it’s own shit but other than that it’s fairly harmless physically. No, it's danger is in it's extreme bigotry and ignorance. It hates all other living things, and tends to irritate people to death. This is it's major weapon.”
The Yayati seemed to be attracted to the wise man’s voice and focused its evil glare on him. It’s black lips curled into a grin and it’s mouth opened….
“heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” yowled the Yayati, caused the crowd to grimace and cover their ears.
Suddenly, a large man with a machete lunged forward, swinging at Yayati and narrowly missing his head. Yayati leapt from the dumpster and ran on it’s little ratlegs, weaving through the legs of the crowd. Once he was clear of the crowd, he stood in the middle of the hard-packed dirt street and faced the crowd still gathered around the dumpster.
“I c u r a bunch of cunning ndns, trying to take my life! I will not have it. Dance for me! Dance I say, you sweet-talking cuntz! I will skin and use you for my lampshades, bcuz u r all nazis and whores!” Yayati spat a thick brown mucilage at the crowd, staining the sari of a woman nearest to him. He then turned and loped off down the street, disappearing around a corner.
Yayati ran through the streets, staring at and occasionally spitting on or trying to bite people he met. People did not know what to think of this bizarre, evil being. Yayati was nearly assaulted several times, and shot at once by an angry shopkeeper after he jumped on a large basket of rice and pissed in it. It was growing dark, though, and he needed a place to hole up for the night.
“All these ppl are sick and twisted freaks,” thought Yayati as he continued onward. “They are all cunning liars and sweet-talking magical idiots. I must destroy them with my keen wit! Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”
Yayati was not sure where he was headed. After all he really didn’t have brain. His small ratskull was filled rather, with a yellowy custard-like substance resembling pus. His speech patterns were a series of repetitive sayings, mere instinctive response to outer stimuli, brought on by generations of inbreeding more than any form of organized thought.
After hours of running through the streets and irritating and pissing people off, yayati found himself at a pier. A giant cargo ship lay docked before him. He spied the thick lines securing the ship to pier, and began climbing up one of them toward the ship.
“This looks like a strong safe house where I can be free of these freaks!” thought the beast. He began crawling up the mooring line towards the ship.
As he crawled off the mooring line and onto the deck, Yayati was surprised by a seamen sweeping the deck. The seaman swung his broom at Yayati, narrowly missing him.
“Heeeeeee! U r cunning, but have no talent with a broom. U would do better to bcum a two-rupee hore like my mother! Shake your tootie for me, blackjack dalit pig!”
The seaman threw the broom at Yayati, but it clattered harmlessy against the ship. Yayati ran quickly down a hatch and found himself in the collecting tank of the ship’s head. A feast lay before him. He dined mightily on turds and fell fast asleep on a pipe in the tank.
As he slept and had malevolent nightmares about all the groups of people he hated instinctively, the ship’s crew cast off the mooring lines and the ship got under way. By the time Yayati would awaken from his evil slumber, the ship would be many miles out to sea….
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StondTmplPilot
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well worth the wait PC!!!
Again you had me laughing my ass off, I think my nieghbors are wondering what the hell it is that is so funny! Thanks again PC!
Again you had me laughing my ass off, I think my nieghbors are wondering what the hell it is that is so funny! Thanks again PC!
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I now understand.
I've only seen one thread by this Yayati person. After reading just that one thread I think he's an idiot and a weasel.
Please continue to write this story and add more chapters to it. I want to find out if it's mated and where I can go for "the hunt."
I've only seen one thread by this Yayati person. After reading just that one thread I think he's an idiot and a weasel.
Please continue to write this story and add more chapters to it. I want to find out if it's mated and where I can go for "the hunt."
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Problem Child is yayati. He has you all fooled.
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heeeeee *cough-cough* eeeeeeeeee!
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false advertising
i was told there would be nude photos of DLC and Janet Reno posted to this thread. i see none. i'm going to sue for false advertising. pc, expect to hear from my people shortly.
i was told there would be nude photos of DLC and Janet Reno posted to this thread. i see none. i'm going to sue for false advertising. pc, expect to hear from my people shortly.
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Re: well worth the wait PC!!!
Mellon Collie
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Excellent story and it is just me or is "Keep shaking that tootie" like the funniest thing ever?
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Re: false advertising
I'm pretty sure my people are better than your people. heeee!
seXieleXie said:i was told there would be nude photos of DLC and Janet Reno posted to this thread. i see none. i'm going to sue for false advertising. pc, expect to hear from my people shortly.
I'm pretty sure my people are better than your people. heeee!
