The White Gangsterr

There once was a boy who was a gangsterr. He was white. He had a lisp. Tho he talked like thith. One day he was walking through the forest and came upon 4 evil gangsters. He was all like "Whaths up my homie Gths?" They were all like "Who the @!#& is this white-ass cracka?!" The boy was all like "My name isth Clarencthe." The evil gangsters started laughing. They asked him, "Yo, white boy! Who your favorite rapper?" Clarence answered "I like the Beastie Boys and Vanilla Ice." The evil gangsters started laughing yet again. "Look at this stupid-ass cracka! Who bumps to Vanilla Ice?" Clarence said "I do!" The other evil gangsters said "Man, this stupid-ass cracka need to get to steppin before I kick his Beastie-Boy-lovin ass all up and down the street!" Clarence suddenly pulled out a .44 magnum and was all like "Homie, don't play with me! I will not hesthitate to kick your assth all up and down this forestht!" The evil gangsters were like "I bet this white boy don't even know how to shoot a gun!" Clarence said "Yesth I do." The gangsters looked at each other and said "Boy, put that damn gun away. Ain't nobody need to be shootin up in this bitch." Clarence said okey and the white boy gangster with a lisp and the 4 evil gangsters skipped merrily through the forest and lived happily ever after bumping to the Beastie Boys.



The End.



Written By: Shannon Cook.
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