STORY TIME III

VOMIT THE PUPPY
Once upon a time, in a dark, wet alley behind a bar called —Sausage Fest?? there lived a hungry little puppy named Vomit. Vomit had lived a sad life. He had gotten his name from his former owner Fanny, a seventeen year old cheerleader and aspiring model who seemed to prefer liquids to solid food; among Fanny??s favourite liquids was a substance she drank out of a bottle called —Brandy?? and another, which she drank out of her sometimes violent boyfriend Randy, called —Numh Numh Numh??. Vomit the Puppy didn't know what the latter drink looked like because Fanny never spilled a drop like she occasionally did with the foul smelling Brandy (Which, for some strange reason, seemed to please Randy to no end). All Vomit knew was that when Fanny had had too much Brandy or when she did put something other than Brandy and Randy in her mouth, Fanny would cough up his meal for the day and she and Randy would laugh as Vomit lapped it up. Thus Vomit got his name.
Now before Vomit was abandoned by his former owners Randy Gishmoigen and Fanny Kunt, the little puppy had learnt a few words of English and even the meaning behind whole sentences. For example, he knew to duck for cover when Randy came into the house yelling —YOU WALKING BUCKET OF CUM, FANNY!??, because what usually followed was Randy and Fanny angrily throwing things. But it wasn't the thing-throwing that got Vomit worried. It was what came next after the pair cooled down which was Randy and Fanny fighting again, this time without any clothes on, Fanny drinking some Numh Numh Numh and then the reunited pair seeking Vomit for torture purposes. Vomit had also learnt that —Oh shit I'm gonna hurl?? (Fanny) meant meal time, —KILL THAT PUSSY, DADDY! MAKE IT BLEED!?? (Fanny again) meant they were fighting in the nude and —Where??d that doggy git to— (Randy) meant Vomit was sure to experience a lot of pain if he didn't hide under the house immediately. But Vomit also had a favourite word, for in-between the naked fighting and the puppy torture, right after she drank Randy, Fanny would wipe her mouth with the back of her hand, stick her tongue out at Randy and then say —what you want, daddy— to which Randy would reply simply —Sausage??.

Vomit absolutely adored the smell of sausage. It made the singe of cigarette butts and the bathtub-drownings a little more bearable. It was actually what forced Vomit out of hiding from under the house; the sausage dangling from Randy??s fork was a glistening, tantalizing mesmerizing presence that rooted Vomit to the spot despite himself. One day, Vomit thought, I will bite on some sausage. But that day never came, at least while he lived with his former mean masters who died from sniffing a lot of stuff up their noses. Which is why Vomit thought he??d hit the jackpot when his lonesome wanderings led him outside of Sausage Fest??_

I'll finish it. I swear to god i'll finish it! Don;t push me! lol

good question I ask if vomit bit the wangers balls of but no answer.