Chapter 4: Dribble These Balls

I was at the house of John Amaechi, a never-was NBA basketball player from England who recently came out. Well now I'm gonna put him where he belongs, in the closet, better yet six feet deep. I was able to break into his house easily (like I said British Home Security ain't worth shit.) and was waiting for him to come home. When he finally came home he was stunned to see me.

"Well what took you so long?"

He didn't say a word for he knew what was gonna happen to him. There I was dribbling a basketball while he was looking.
"Why do men dribbling with big balls turn you on? Is that why you really joined the NBA?"

"No I love the game of basketball, well I used to but now I don't watch it anymore."

"So what do you do now?"

"I collect Princess Diana memorabilia, watch countless episodes of 'Are You Being Served' and 'Queer As Folk' on the telly (TV), and help my girlfriends shop for the latest clothes and curtains."

"Yeah, you really are a fruity, French, flaming, flamboyant, fudge packing, faerie, fire hosing, feminine, fruit cake, fairy cake, fingering buttholes faggot, and I don't mean meatballs although I know you like to have 'meatballs' in your mouth, but instead have this 'meatball':"

So I stopped dribbling the basketball and chest pass it right at his mouth. His stumbled a little bit and his lips were busted.

"Are you disappointed that those balls can't fit in your mouth? You know they weren't made to be in your mouth, LOL."

"You bloody bastard!"

He was taller than me thus he had a reach advantage over me, so I knew I had to bring him down. I quickly went up to him and kneed him in the balls three times. Then I grabbed his bald head and continuously slammed it on the table like a basketball.

"Now that's what I call 'dribbling', hahaha!"

After that I pulled out The Solution. Then I beat the living fuck out of that fairy faggot with it. I told him "You know you're a disgrace to your Nigerian heritage by proclaiming that you belong to a group of people that sucks dick."

I brought him to the washroom and dunked his head in the toilet. He was struggling to get his head out.

"SLAM DUNK!"

Then I pulled his head out of the lemonade-color water and said "Hey why are you complaining? Aren't you used to having pee all over you with those golden showers? Hahahaha!"

However he spits the urinated water on my face, I can't believe he would do that nasty shit to me. He made a big mistake in making me mad, now this father-fucker is gonna pay!

"You tall-ass, dick-sucking, asshole-licking bitch! I'M GONNA GIVE YOU SOME SERIOUS PAIN!"

So I grabbed that effeminate homo by his neck and smashed his head into every window I can find in the house, then I kicked him in the stomach and punched him in the eye. Then I grabbed my Taser Gun and stung him right on his balls. He was screaming like the sissy that he was.

"No wonder why you was never good in the NBA, your limp-wristed style isn't effective in basketball."

Then I tied him to his chair with some electrical cords (flex, lead, or whatever the fuck they say in Britain), I don't have anymore barb wires.

"Now let me bring you down to a smaller size."

So I got a chainsaw and then started to cut his body to half.

"OH MY BLOODY GOD! NO! NO!"

The poof is now dead.

Now that I'm done with Cassie, Roisin, Snowball and John, I think I'll go relax,

Or I can visit Shareen one more time….

THE END OF PART 2