Tell us a bedtime story anon.

>>25714201
how about you fuck off out of my bed you little whores

Once upon a time there were two girls who shouldn't have drank what I gave them.

once there was a loser. he died sad and alone.

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>>25714235
What did you do to them you creep?

>>25714201

Poo, poo, pee pee.

tbqhfam

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Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question....
Oh, do not ask, "What is it?"
Let us go and make our visit.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.

And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

And indeed there will be time
To wonder, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?" Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair-
(They will say: "How his hair is growing thin!")
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin-
(They will say: "But how his arms and legs are thin!")
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

>>25714201
Once upon a time there were two rosaries. The Beta Uprising threw them in the oven where they got real toasty.

The End

Once there was an ugly barnacle.


He was so ugly that everybody died.


The end.

>>25714519
>rosaries
FUCKING AUTOCORRECT

>>25714201
Yo listen up here's a story
About a little guy that lives in a blue world
And all day and all night and everything he sees Is just blue
Like him inside and outside
Blue his house with a blue little window
And a blue Corvette
And everything is blue for him
And himself and everybody around
'Cause he ain't got nobody to listen

>>25714201
Haha, oh girls. You're just too silly. Very well, you know I can't say no to you two.

Once upon a time, I smacked these two little cuntwhore skank FUCKING CUNTS with a brick until they stopPED crying. It was a fun night and I came.