Don't You Touch My Hamburger Buns
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Johnny was walking down the street, with a freshly new bag of hamburger buns
He was all set up, and ready to fire the BBQ
When out of nowhere...
Some random person walked up to him and asked
"Hey. Can I touch your hamburger buns?"
Johnny, in a mid life crisis now because that random guy asked him that question.
Johnny, snapped out of the crisis, and said "Yeah... I don't think so..."
The guy, mad and angry, walked away crying.
Because he really wanted to touch some hamburger buns.
Johnny just shrugged it off, and carried on with his day.
Johnny came to his house, to his loving wife and daughter
With the hamburger buns, in hand, Johnny said "WHO WANTS TO BARBEQUE!"
They all said "MEEEE MEEEE MEEE"
Johnny set up the barbeque
While his family awaited patiently for the hamburgers, the hot dogs, the polish saussage, and the chicken to get done.
Then, when Johnny was done with it all
Getting ready to set up the first hamburger...
The same guy, who wanted to touch his hamburger buns
Went all Samuel L Jackson on his shit
Beating up his family too
He reached over, and touched Johnnys' hamburger buns.
He said "FUCK YEAHHHH YOU CHEEKY ASS MOTHER FUCKER! WOOOOOO!"
Johnny, and his family (only got minor bruises)
Looked at the hamburger buns and said to themselves...
"WE WASTED ALL THIS FOOD!!!!!"
So, they all did a Hari-Kari, then they died
Written by Fatal Disease
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