One day as Timmy was walking down the street publicly exposing himself to pigeons, masturbating in front of stop signs, and rubbing random peoples Shepard's Pies on his **** cheeks before shitting in their faces and running away screaming like a lunatic, he came across four friends enjoying a couple of shepards pies at a picnic table, by some pigeons, next to a stop sign. They were looking at a news article about Julian Assange's adventures and came across a paragraph with a link to his profile.
Cautiously, Timmy crept behind the first of the four. the first was a glasses wearing man of fat assed descent. Timmy's eyes widened, his smile grew, and his hands went into position as he greedily eyed the pigeons.Givem Equis gestured wildly as he pointed out the paragraph to his friends. "Have you seen it? Is it as epic as you expected?"
Timmy snapped into action as he burst from the bushes, grabbed the Shepard's Pie, and started defiling it, afterwards, he spread his **** cheeks and sprayed a volcanic blast of **** into Givem's face, then ran off like a mad man.
"What THE **** was that!?" He cried out in protest.
Ica Inhellep took the article, wiped it clean of the defilement, and slapped the paper heartily, unaware that Timmy had reemerged.
"They got Osama, dude!!! They **** got him! They Ghadafi'd the **** out of his as-WHAT THE ****!?" His joy turned to terror as Timmy once again jumped out of the bushes, clambered onto the picnic table, and exposed himself to a group of pigeons nearby. The pigeons, in a state of traumatic panic, took flight, and **** all over Ica's head.
"OH COME ON! I JUST CLEANED THESE PANTS! WHO THE **** IS THAT MAN!?" he roared frightfully so.
With that, Timmy was off once more. Jackeby simply took out his Ipad and looked up the article.
"I didn't realize he had one, post a li-WHAT THE **** IS THAT MAN DOING NOW!?"
The groups attention turned to Timmy, as he jumped out from the bushes once more, lovingly stroked the stop sign, and upon noticing the group of men staring at him, started furiously masturbating at the stop sign while giving them a stern look of disapproval. Once more, he slipped into the shadows like a flash, giving a old midget couple a heart attack in the process.
Evilut Ionof, after a few minutes of trying to picture something cute, instead of a furry legged man masturbating while giving them dirty looks, calmed down, took a breath, and started to speak.
"His screen name was HarryHarri-OH NO THE **** YOU DO NOT!"
Timmy had once again, jumped from the bushes, onto the table, furiously whacking off to pigeons while cramming a Shepard's Pie onto his **** cheek, but before he could **** all over his victim, Evilut pulled out a cattle prod and stabbed it into his calf.
"**** YOU!" Evilut screamed as the poor man fell to the ground. He finished his thought after trying to think of something else."But it looks like it's no longer active. Someone call the cops on the perv."