Ball Sack Billy

It all started the same...everyday. The sun would come a floating up to the happy awaiting sky. Thats around the time Ball Sack Billy (Or BSB for short) would start his day. He would do his normal routine and scrub his teefers with his wooden tooth brush that he mented together out of old sticks and stringy...strings from his old faded ass boxers. After this segment of everyday life, he would go down stairs and embark on a journey to the breakfast lab. (Thats where he ate by the way.) He liked to switch shit up and make some random food such as eggs and bacon which is completly un-normal. Some times he would go as far as an orange with a side dish of crack which was cooked at perfect temp baby...perfect temp.

Later on he would venture out into the woods and search for polar bears. He never found them though and it might be because he lived in east bombay florida and I highly doubt you see any polar bears out there saying "hey this looks like a perfect place to do absolutly nothing at all) Cause honestly...what the hell do polar bears do for a living besides eat fish and make coke commercials. One day BSB thought he found a polar bear but it was only a brown bear pretending to be a powdered donut...akward right ?...yea i know, i thought the same shit bro.

Moving along now, BSB would always bring his dart gun and waste ammo on the most retarded shit ever. Like one time he thought it would be a bright idea to shoot at mrs. dikebar's garden plants. He missed and shot the dart right in her uneven wavy ass. Perfect shot, like he had it planned for days. She arose with a quickness and vains started popping out of her head and she started turning green and shit like the HULK. (Not to be confused with hulk hogan) BSB was so scared he shit his pants in 5 differents places and turned so pale.......just so pale words can't even explain. She stuck her hands in her ass and pulled out a horrid ball of shit and threw it so hard that when it hit the tree next to BSB it knocked the roots right out of the ground and the tree straight went on vacation. (Suitcase and all)

BSB dropped his dart gun fast and picked up pace on his running game like a fucking race horse or something. He ran threw the woods faster then a monkey in search of bananas. Once he got home he ran in the front door and bolted that shit like no other. Ran straight threw the breakfast lab up the steps and under his bed and didn't come out for 3 days straight. Prayed every second that mrs. dikebar wouldn't be waiting when he came out.