[ WP ] After being sick of loosing your office 's celebrity death poll year after year , you decide that this year you 'll win at all costs .

I point my gun at Kevin Kostners Stupid Horse shaped head. Cops surrounding me with their guns, Elephants running rampant, I shoot; i die, I Surrender; i lose the bet... Hmmm I finally decide.... 
 
 That you need to know how this began. You see i'm in this position because for the 10th year in a row, my celebrity death poll pick has always died the year after i choose him. How the fuck is that even possible? Nancy, The stupid fat bitch next to my office, with 8 cats, and 12 necks, screams and screams, `` Michael Jackson!'' all while i'm thinking, i know she does n't shower, and her cats piss all over her fat pee stained sweater, but for some reason she gets the $ 1,000 dollars. I could use $ 1,000 for a shit ton of happy endings, Whiskey, and Red Meat. That's all a man really needs in his life. Fuck working for sex, lay back get a massage, you yungins will figure this out sooner or laters. 
 
 Fast Forward to last week; Kevin Kostner i pick, why cause he's shit. Seriosly, besides the fact that he drinks his own piss, he's a fagwad. Pardon my friench you dim witted internet doer's, always reading this shit google writingprompt stuff. Go gets some pussy, besides taking some dudes garbleldy goo on the readit place. I regress, whatever that means, to kill whitneys houston's bodyguard. It's going to be me and my $ 1,000 singles in my field of dreams this year. 
 
 Fast Forward: 
 
 I Release Elephants from zoo cause it's reminds me of your mother. 
 I say something witty to kevin kostner about being a bad bodyguard. 
 The cops showed up when i GTA'd Punched an old lady in the face, cause she reminded me of michael jackson. 
 
 Play Button: 
 
 I will win this year, cause if i have to hear 12-neck-betty flap her bingo wings at me again, talking about how she knew michael jacksons boy butt sins would catch up on him. 
 
 That was the thought that made me fire the bullet into Kevin Gay Kostners head. 
 
 And as i got shot up with bullets, i realized i should have let the wolves out the zoo, and forced gill-face to dance with them. And as i got shot with more bullets. I thought, `` Dam, that would've been pretty dam funny.....'' 
 
 ( Before you blast off and say, poor spelling, grammer, etc.. This is my nightly ritual to write on a empty prompt, it helps me fall asleep, hope this one was n't as bad as my rest!; ) ).
