That time I was nearly raped by Mr. Winkler yelling AAAAAAAAA! during my sojourn to the Jordanhill railway station
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Dude, those fucking jokes were getting old. Like, WTF?
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edit So there I was
waiting for the train at the fucking Jordanhill railway station, doing my Kitten Huffing thing with Oscar Wilde and the Grues, right? Like, Tourette's FUCK Syndrome badass shit.
edit and this fucking dude
named Mr. Winkler bursts out of a magic shop across the street, yelling "AAAAAAAAA!". Gay all over the place. So tells him shot your fuck up! So instead of going for the grues, he makes a Winkleline straight for me! Yelling IRAQATTACK the whole way.
edit so I pulled out my
euroipod and beat the shit out of him with it (yelling "eat shit fucker!" the whole time), and he tries to mount me! WTF?
I barely got away with a major sinistral external abrasion and a severed brachialis radial.
No, seriously. He nearly raped me.

