Short Story 1: Nightmare on Big Mac Street
(JRO sits in his chamber eating his 4th Big Mac of his 3rd Lunch)
Jro's Mom: JRO honey you're getting plump and your father and I think you're getting unsocial
JRO: STFU Mom
JRO's Mom: JRO you haven't stopped eating since MLK day.
JRO: STFU I'm eating and flapping to Dawn-Gwen porn....Oh the ass licking :O
Jro's Mom: That's it JRO I'm getting help for you............... YOU FATASS JEW!
(A day later)
JRO: *has a bloated stomach* Two more Big Mac's then I can stop....
*Suddenly 4 man with guns and their face hidden barge in JRO's Room*
JRO: :o who are u guys?
The Leader: ISIS Operator and am also head coach of the ISIS Soccer team
JRO: Oh shit what are you going to do bomb me?
The Leader: We're here to help you learn respect!
JRO: Yeah sure thing
The Leader: FUCK U.S.A HAIL ALLAH! Ok Jro do u want vanilla ice cream or chocolate ice cream
*They arrive at a bridge with JRO strapped with bombs*
JRO: This hardly is a Halloween story.
The Leader: Well stfu and Happy Thanksgiving *pushes JRO off the plane into the TDRPW-TP War Memorial Bridge
The Leader: Finally we can work our new war plan
*A plane full of Nazi's and Chwiis show up*
Chwiis: You did nazi that coming!
*A plane full of North Korean's and RJ show up*
RJ & Kim Jong Un: We're Survivor baes but first let's take a selfie!
Haha I ended it when it got interesting so what if this is short I don't give a shit