Kindle Notes & Highlights
“You have a terrible day too. No, scratch that, I hope you have the worst fucking day of your fucking life, like maybe you find out your mom’s got stomach cancer from all the heeb and wetback spunk she swallows on the job!”
Oop
Other park guests smiled or nodded as they passed by, feeling good about themselves living in a time when a loving gay couple could take their intellectually challenged son to the Big Top for an evening of fun…
Lmao wtf
hour until he’d have a chance to burp the worm again… though calling Dale’s love-muscle a worm was like calling a snow shovel a coffee spoon.
Lmaoooo
“Goodbye, little girl,” said Topsy-Turvy, grinning, keeping his balance by rocking back and forth. Its voice was weird, fucked up. It sounded like when you play a song backwards to hear a Satanic message.
Hate that!
Before he slipped into the darkness, Dolph saw the clown had pulled its genitals out of the collar of the shirt it was wearing for pants. Topsy-Turvy’s cock was colossal, easily the size of his own well-muscled forearm, but its end was flared open like a trumpet. The clown was gripping one of its testicles, bigger than a baby’s head, in one sock-gloved hand. It squeezed twice. HONK-HONK.
Wtf am i reading lmaooo
The clown was looking right at them, grimacing. He flipped onto his hands, turned around, and moonwalked over to them.
Lmao talented
As his brain streamed into the blades to be diced up, its parting gift was to paint over the unpleasant current impressions it was processing with the memory of a night he had spent in Amsterdam, a night when he had heavy head cold and had paid a Surinamese whore to suck the snot out of his nose; this act of recalled degradation was the last thought of Nash’s wasted life.
Lmaoooo
The back of Topsy-Turvy’s head expanded as his titanic cock blasted pint after pint of spunk into his own mouth, his face remaining the same size as his brainpan grew larger, as if he had no skull, just skin ballooning like a condom being filled with, yes, spunk, the shoe he wore for a hat balancing on top.
Oh my
No, the reason she started laughing was simple. Cocks were very, very funny.
Lmao
“Holy fucking shit, he’s got a hot dog up his ass!” to the slightly witty; “Ol’ Puddin’head got Oscar Mayered!”
Lmaooo
“In the year 2008, Dale Wexler, a man who played the part of Topsy-Turvy the clown at the Big Top Amusement Park, abducted, raped, and murdered a girl child who had become lost in the Mirror Maze.
“The Big Top was a family, and it was decided they would take care of the problem themselves. That year was a leap year, which meant the Opposite Day skit was due to be performed. The night of the 29th, Opposite Day was performed as usual, but with the announcement that it was to be the last, as the franchise was retiring the character of Topsy-Turvy. “Nobody saw Topsy-Turvy, or Wexler, again. “Not until four years later.”
The wire whipped forward as if it truly were a cobra, striking. It pierced Bryanna’s right eye, punching straight through the orb and the thin bone behind it into her brain. It bored straight through until she felt it scrape against the inside of her skull, just under her scalp.
Then the wire began whipping around inside her head, turning her brains into a frothy paste as her fetus aborted her.
She bounced and severed arms flew up around her like a Mexican wave.
Why mexican?
Vehicles made of puke chased after people. If the running guests were lucky they were simply mowed down or crushed beneath wheels of fried onion and nacho cheese barf… but a worse fate,
Wtf lol
Brain surgery with an ice cream scoop.
Intestines pulled from out of the anus and plugged into the mouth, thus solving world hunger.
