super stuff, you will be balls deep for a while.
@mac visting a sex club in Germany where he gets utterly humiliated and rejected due to his poor hygiene would be a nice lift in pace around the middle of the series. maybe.
Sure what do you expect me to say? Iâve just had a fucking heart attack. A bit of sympathy wouldnât go astray you insensitive cunt
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Still laughing at his filthy underpants. Thats mac down to a tee alright
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personally i want more humiliation before i can get sympathetic. you are too much of a cunt to get it in part 2 of a 10 parter. patience please.
And the bit about the racing post. Brilliant. The useless gimp has nothing else going on in his life to focus his energy on. The degree Nembo Kid has gone to here deserves some sort of award
This nembo lad is disturbed.
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#upthera
Um Bongo
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Hello, Francis.
Iâll disturb your face with a box.
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Iâm shocked and appalled. For shame.
MacRoaster Gets Divorced
A feint shriek can be heard in the distance as MacRoaster rolls his eyes up into his head and takes a slug out of his can of Guinness, comfortably slouched in his armchair. An impeding rumble of footsteps can be heard.
âWhat the hell is this?â
The footsteps become more distinct and shrieking more audible, a large crash is heard as Macâs wife aggresively openâs the door.
âWhat the hell is this?â Macâs wife again screams at her husband waving a DVD case in her hand.
âAh will ya shut up, Iâm watching Ear To The Groundâ Mac responds gruffly while refusing to acknowledge his wifeâs protestations with any eye contact.
Macâs wife flings the case over onto Macâs lap as he puts down his can of Guinness down to investigate the item, turning the case over, Mac reads the title aloud âGAA Stars Go Gay IIâ. A look of sheer horror unveils itself on his face, like his worst nightmare had played itself out.
âWell?â Macâs wife stands over at him, her face apoplectic with rage and her arms folded across her midriff with her lips quivering and tears funneling down her cheeks.
Mac looks back with his mouth wide open in an aghast state, he lets out a few slight mumbles before looking back down at the case.
âAmmmm, eh, itâs Ivanâsâ Mac stutters out with a rare timidity.
âItâs Ivanâs?â Macâs wife responds with a blend of emotional sarcasm.
âHe, he, he does be gayâŚsometimesâ Mac continues to stutter as he sheepishly looks out under his eyes, his face now turning a milk shade of white.
âIâm just looking after it for him, thatâs allâ Mac continues, this time more assertive in his delivery.
âYouâre minding it for him?â Macâs wife skepticism has not been lifted as she motions towards him and grabs the case from his hands, opening it aggressively.
âThen where is the disc???â Macâs wife screams at her husband with an empty case in her hand before falling to her knees and covering her face with her hands.
Mac pauses in his chair as his wifeâs sobs intermittently fill the vacuum of silence. Mac rises from his chair, brushing the crumbs from his shirt onto the floor and squats down to make eye contact with his wife. He puts his hand on her shoulder and waits patiently for her to remove her hands from her face and look at him.
SMACK!!! Mac is set back by a rasping open handed slap from his wife.
âGet your hands off meâ she snipes at him, her teeth gritted and bottom lip lowered.
âBY FUCK, YOUâLL NOT HIT ME, YA BITCHâ Mac unleashes a vociferous bellow in her direction and reaches back for his can of Guinness, he scrunches the can up and pegs it viciously at the television, opening a crack down the centre of the screen. Macâs wife runs for the doorway as she lets out loud gasps of panic.
Mac stands upright, staring at the cracked screen and small pools of Guinness on the floor, his heart racing and his face cherry red. He rolls up his sleeves and slowly plods his way down the hallway after his wife. He gets to their bedroom and find his wife frantically packing her suitcase.
âWhat are ya at?â Mac shouts from the doorway.
âGet away from me! Get away from me!â Macâs wife shouts as she backs off into the corner of the room.
Mac holds his hands up, almost as if he now realizes the gravity of the situation.
âIâm sorry, ok⌠canât we jushhtt talk?â Mac pleads in as civilised a manner as a roaster can possibly do.
âItâs too lateâ Macâs wife shakily speaks as she zips up her suitcase. She tentatively approaches the doorway and her husband, pausing before his imposing figure at the doorway, momentarily looking down before bravely facing off the mucksavage in front of her.
âI want a divorceâ she quietly says as she drags her suitcase behind her.
Mac turns and watches in vain as his wife walks down the hall and heads for the front door, wet green groups of snot flow out of his nose as he wipes them away with the back of his hand before subsequently licking his hand clean.
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best one yet
Great work nembo, the pathos, the disintegration of @macs fraudulent heterosexuality, crumbling all over him like his last three meals. Will he go to ivan for solace? or for a lend of his shotgun. Beautiful writing.
I think that is a bit cruel
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Pray 4 MacRoaster.
Cruel on who? Hardly on the fictional character. By fuck was it a painful read. @Nembo_Kid donât try so hard, it effects your writing style.
Heâs a big boy. Itâs the tedious shit writing which is really painful.
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