When Mike Became An Angel And Shat Off The Clouds, chapter 1
Yes, well, over the hills and far away.. Where Green Day and fatty boys come to play... Yeah well basically, in a world far away (in a pineapple under the sea. A big pineapple. ) Tré is God. Jillie Boe. I mean Billie Joe is jesus. ('Jesus'). Jason White didn't know who he was. And they all decided to make Mike an angel. As he enjoys shitting. On people. And other stuff.
So they went along to Mike and said, "hey, Mike... Wanna be an angel and come to heaven with us?"
Mike replied fluffyly "And is there.. A thing called coffee in heaven?"
They all gazed randomly up at the sky (Billie Joe is very good at this) and said, "Yes, Pritchard, there is. Let there be coffee for all!"
"Oooooh my gosh you're so racist!" Mike screamed like an obsessed coffee mad-man with no coffee left. But then he thought again, and decided that none of God and 'Jesus's' words were racist. So he shrugged and got up.
To get to heaven, Mike had to die, so they arranged for him to be run over by a milk float. They decided that Mike's death date would be February the 29th. So if people wanted to celebrate his death day, they wouldn't have to bother every year.
So that was it. All simple and done. The next day (February 29th) Mike got run over by a milk float. The driver didn't notice that there was a body stuck to his tyre. So he dragged Mike's body along for about 5 miles. Then he finally got up and saw this ugly little thing poking out of his new tyre.
"Urgh... Urgh! They're like tits int they?" he said, poking Mike.
"Hey, you killed me, and you revived me, you prick, kill me properly this time!"
"Okey dopé then." the driver said. "my name is Pussy Catdoll by the way, but you can call me Pussy."
"Yeah whatever. Just kill me, you're wasting good coffee time!"
"Right then, how do ya want me to kill you? I'm new at this, so you're going to have to guide me through your death, I wouldn't want to mess it up for you." he said passionately.
Mike thought. "hmm..." he thought.
So they went along to Mike and said, "hey, Mike... Wanna be an angel and come to heaven with us?"
Mike replied fluffyly "And is there.. A thing called coffee in heaven?"
They all gazed randomly up at the sky (Billie Joe is very good at this) and said, "Yes, Pritchard, there is. Let there be coffee for all!"
"Oooooh my gosh you're so racist!" Mike screamed like an obsessed coffee mad-man with no coffee left. But then he thought again, and decided that none of God and 'Jesus's' words were racist. So he shrugged and got up.
To get to heaven, Mike had to die, so they arranged for him to be run over by a milk float. They decided that Mike's death date would be February the 29th. So if people wanted to celebrate his death day, they wouldn't have to bother every year.
So that was it. All simple and done. The next day (February 29th) Mike got run over by a milk float. The driver didn't notice that there was a body stuck to his tyre. So he dragged Mike's body along for about 5 miles. Then he finally got up and saw this ugly little thing poking out of his new tyre.
"Urgh... Urgh! They're like tits int they?" he said, poking Mike.
"Hey, you killed me, and you revived me, you prick, kill me properly this time!"
"Okey dopé then." the driver said. "my name is Pussy Catdoll by the way, but you can call me Pussy."
"Yeah whatever. Just kill me, you're wasting good coffee time!"
"Right then, how do ya want me to kill you? I'm new at this, so you're going to have to guide me through your death, I wouldn't want to mess it up for you." he said passionately.
Mike thought. "hmm..." he thought.
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