
PART-TAYYYYYYY
King of the World, Ma
Or at least, Top Writer in Dog Shit
What a dog shit operation this is, if it took me this long to become the King of Dog Shit.
Fuckers!
They keep trying to cancel me, and just keep letting ’em try.
They’re got Smillew Rahcuef’s mug up there, too. But he’s only a pleb. A mere writer of Dog Shit. A sniffer. A taster. Not the KING!!!!
And why is this story in The Writer’s Lift, you ask?
The answer, you snivelling little pile of dog shit is because there’s nobody more deserving of promotion and aggrandizement than myself.
I AM THE KING OF DOG SHIT!!!!
And if I can do it, so can you. But your more bullshit than dog shit…
Rocky Shores may have had a few too many double espressos and double Irish Creams when he wrote this, but all he said before passing out is “Eat me!”
He is an arrogant, opinionated, smug SOB, as well as a hard drinkin’ and a hard lovin’ man, with a taste for the fast life. As he often quoted, “You only live once, so grab the bull by the horns and ride, baby, ride”. He is a teller of truths, even if it’s lies.
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Now read this, or fuck off. Or better yet, read this AND fuck off.






