king j's life

[doublebuttass 0]

he wakes up and eats taco

[Duke 85]

he also swims with a white t shirt on.

[Heisenberg 1]

He picks out a scary H.P. Lovecraft novel from the library

 

THEN SELLS IT FOR CRACK

[Monkey 6]

he also swims with a white t shirt on.

 

this cracked me up

[Hudson 3]

And every morning before he gets on the bus he eats a big bowl of oatmeal with his donkey of a mother.

[BillyMays 0]

Then he mows my lawn

[Heisenberg 1]

His apple juice boxes are filled with tequila

[Xepher 3]

He has a crate of oranges on the street

[Mad_Scientist 8]

In King J's life, it was average as any illegal Mexican attempting to cross the border, but King.... he was different amongst his brethren. His destiny prevails among all Mexicans leading to a cultural revolution within ourselves and become more rational of Mexicans and their look-a-likes from the Wet Forests of Latin America and South America of their self-made tacos of hard steel and rotting flesh with spreading swine-flu. His destiny, was something so great that God blasted, "Let there be no Mexicans!" in fear and even Obama himself said, "No we can't."

 

The Destiny of a Mexican.

 

Part 1: Crossing the Impenetrable Haven of Cerberus.

 

The day was August 18th, 1997, King J (John <Mexican Last Name>) was gazing at the Rio Grande daydreaming of the American Dream. Of course, this does lead to images of wanderlust and enlightened curiosity about becoming a doctor, but too bad for King, he must crossed the fences and behind it, laid Cerberus, the infamous beast acknowledge as the best Mexican poacher. King J was not foolish and blinded with desire, his intelligent and instincts sparked with painful sensitivity warning him of his possible doom. Afterwards, after many hours of secluding himself in the Uncle Rio's sweatshop, he hatched a plan. The plan was rather simple, and quite stereotypically true, he was going to round up a group and inspire them into crossing the fence with him.

Manipulation at its wisest. It took several days of planning and initializing the exact points of attack and time, they finally scheduled it to be at 9 pm, when Cerberus was most likely asleep. King J and his colleagues drove to the Rio Grande, waiting in patience for the right time, they then crossed the river struggling to keep the freezing water below their waist. Sadly, a few Mexicans drowned because of their incapability and inadequate skills of aqua swimming mechanics. King J, and the remnants of his colleagues continued onward up the hill towards the fence. They were tired, but their thoughts and emotions regarding the American Dream was stronger. It was 5 am when they finally accomplished the challenge of crossing the border, meaning their task took 8 hours of achieving, but the final task was at hand, dealing with Cerberus. Traitorously, King J tricked his allies into thinking they can defeat Cerberus with raw strength. King J left his allies without their notice heading onward towards Las Vegas, Nevada.

 

*Jokes are fun, but stories with jokes are better*

 

Not to be continued.

[BillyMays 0]

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The fuck did I just read?

[Topaz 140]

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The fuck did I just read?

 

I lold so hard at the picture.

[KingJ 0]

LOL, I love you fags.

[NotKevinShady 1]

His apple juice boxes are filled with tequila

 

Only if you want them to be filled with it.

[Floodles 4]

Don't forget! He combs his mustache, too!

[Joshi3 0]

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Today, KingJ Sold a lawn mower at home depot, his work place.