WELCOME HOME JEROME PT 1
The airplane touches down in Las Vegas. Jerome feels confident, mainly from the drinks he stole from other people. He struts down the walkway of the plane.
"Things are about to be different for me," Jerome says. As he says this a fat man knocks into him and yells "GODDAMN BLACKS CANT EVEN GET OFF A FUCKIN PLANE!!!!!!!"
You might think this racism would set him back, but OHHHHH NOO, Jerome is hell bent on a new life. And so he sets out to the main strip. Thirteen hours later. Jerome awakes. He is having trouble figuring out who he is, where he is, and if he is dreaming. Jerome eventually decides he is not dreaming. It is at this point he steps down from the bed and slips on a pool of congealed blood. Hooker blood obviously since this is las vegas.
Jerome is stunned. He can't comprehend this sort of violence. As he lays in the hookers blood, he slowly begins to remember the previous night. "Oh shit, yeah i got drunk and killed that bitch."
Someone knocks on the door. "Who the fuck is it you DIIIIIIIIIIIIICK?" screams Jerome. "It's fucking SECURITY you COOOOOOOCK," is the reply.
Jerome tries to think quick. this isn't his forte so he grabs a knife from a room service tray and opens the door. He takes the shithead hostage. Dull blade to his throat. Dull mind against dull mind.
Jerome reaches into his victim's pockets and after brushing past his dick, he finds a pair of keys.
AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH BITCH Jerome bellows as he humps the air violently.
He removes the boys uniform, and attempts to put it on. It is so ill fitting it is hilarious. Regardless, Jerome is now dressed as the stupidest looking bell boy on earth.
But he has a plan, and no dead hooker will stand in his way. Jerome reaches into his pocket, he fingers the head of his dick. He smiles and says "AWWW YEAH WHOS THE GHOST DAD NOW!!"
Then he grasps the pair of keys, and he sprints off into the employee parking lot.
"Things are about to be different for me," Jerome says. As he says this a fat man knocks into him and yells "GODDAMN BLACKS CANT EVEN GET OFF A FUCKIN PLANE!!!!!!!"
You might think this racism would set him back, but OHHHHH NOO, Jerome is hell bent on a new life. And so he sets out to the main strip. Thirteen hours later. Jerome awakes. He is having trouble figuring out who he is, where he is, and if he is dreaming. Jerome eventually decides he is not dreaming. It is at this point he steps down from the bed and slips on a pool of congealed blood. Hooker blood obviously since this is las vegas.
Jerome is stunned. He can't comprehend this sort of violence. As he lays in the hookers blood, he slowly begins to remember the previous night. "Oh shit, yeah i got drunk and killed that bitch."
Someone knocks on the door. "Who the fuck is it you DIIIIIIIIIIIIICK?" screams Jerome. "It's fucking SECURITY you COOOOOOOCK," is the reply.
Jerome tries to think quick. this isn't his forte so he grabs a knife from a room service tray and opens the door. He takes the shithead hostage. Dull blade to his throat. Dull mind against dull mind.
Jerome reaches into his victim's pockets and after brushing past his dick, he finds a pair of keys.
AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH BITCH Jerome bellows as he humps the air violently.
He removes the boys uniform, and attempts to put it on. It is so ill fitting it is hilarious. Regardless, Jerome is now dressed as the stupidest looking bell boy on earth.
But he has a plan, and no dead hooker will stand in his way. Jerome reaches into his pocket, he fingers the head of his dick. He smiles and says "AWWW YEAH WHOS THE GHOST DAD NOW!!"
Then he grasps the pair of keys, and he sprints off into the employee parking lot.
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