Shortly after piecing her life back together after getting brutalized by some black guy in an alley, Carlie McShortskirt decided it was time to re-enter society and step outside of her Douglass apartment for the first time in months. The countless hours of counseling and support from friends and family had finally paid off when she gathered enough courage to grab a bite to eat from the dollar menu at McDonald’s. Already on edge, Ms. McShortskirt was deciding whether to get a McChicken sandwich or mozzarella sticks, when she recognized a familiar odor. Little did she know, her attacker was standing right behind her in line. He tapped her on the shoulder, and her jaw immediately hit the ground. He quickly sensed her fear and to calm the situation he decided to play it cool, “Hey, how’s it goin? Been raped lately?” Carlie ran out of the restaurant crying, without her mozzarella sticks, and without her McChicken sandwich. A few blocks down the road, she realized she needed to confront her rapist to get closure in her life. So, in a defiant march, she stormed back into the fine, fine establishment which provides more than decent meals at a very reasonable price, and stared her assailant in the face, who at this point was munching on a Big Mac with extra semen. Nothing could have prepared her for this moment, and no words came to mind, so with a little bit of semen dribbling down his face, the rapist broke the ice, “Hey, remember that time I raped you?” NO! Carlie was NOT about to give him the satisfaction of tearing up, so instead, her unintentional staring contest continued. Licking his fingers nonchalantly, he noticed her beautiful hair, “Hey, you’re actually not bad looking, you wanna go out on a rape…I mean, date.” She was 3 seconds from bawling at this point, and the rapist was growing impatient of her silence, so he got up, “Hey, it was good raping you, I hope I rape you some time in the future, tell your sister I said rape. Rape.” (Dedicated to Rocketman)
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