Fargizmo

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adopt your own virtual pet! The story of King Shit of Fuck Mountain is frightfully bizzarre due to the nature of ducks coupled with the fact that King Shit of Fuck Mountain is a sex-a-holic, green duck with the name King Shit of Fuck Mountain. Now at a young age King Shit was destined to live a fucked up life. You would be too if your parents were white trash water fowl. His father was a racist, homophobic, sociopathic, narcoleptic, steeldriver by trade and his mother wanted nothing more than a black, gay duck for a son. She wanted to name him King Poop of Fudge mountain but his father was determined to raise a son in his image; hateful and obsessed with a profession that hasn't served a purpose since the early 1900s. When his father would uncontrolably nod off, his mother would dress him up like black face and make him wear her Sunday dresses until his father would awaken to kick the living shit out of his cross dressing duck son. Now despite such a troubled child hood King Shit lived a reasonably adjusted life until the 9th grade, when he met a charismatic Bat by the name of Hang Wang. Hang Wang was the bastard son of a black panther; Literally, it was a marvel of nature. Although Hang Wang hailed from Compton, he was the son of a wealthy aristocrat/ owner of a hot dog stand factory worth its weight in Gold boolean. Nothing would ever explain exactly how a duck and a bat would ever get along but it was certain that they would find one common ground: CRACK COCAINE. King Shit adapted to smoking rocks surprisingly fast(you try lighting a crack torch with webbed feet and no opposable thumbs). Several years (and drugs) later King Shit was whipping up coctails because no one drug was capable of getting him high in even alarming doses. One day while cooking up his death syrup coctail: crack, absynthe, finely diced paint chips, and a pharmacy worth of clonazapem; King shit came up with the idea of ingesting intraveinusly. After emmerging from a drugged haze of fucking hookers, self mutilation, and nightmarish introspective contemplation, aswell as the discovery that his feathers had turned from off-white to lime green, King Shit of Fuck Mountain murdered his father and fled the state. When I found King Shit of Fuck Mountain he was sucking dick for pocket change in a Turkish Bath-house. I told him he could hide out on my my-space page and he gladly accepted. He is still wanted by the FBI for stabbing and skull fucking his father, who died a painless death in one of his narcoleptic episodes.