It was a drive-by shooting, only it was film

It was a drive-by shooting, only it was film instead of bullets.

And the ancient tribe believed the photographs stole their soul, and in their faith, they died as the jeep sped past. Barney, the photographer, inherited a notorious reputation

for capturing the first and last images of previously unknown tribes of the Congo, Amazonas, and Papua. His success curve inverted though when he met the Selfie tribe.of Inner L.A.

The terrain of Inner L.A. looked like looked like a porn director's dream location. It was on these streets that the Selfie tribes first began in the late 1990s. From the Carl's Jr

like the STIs they spread as well. It was getting such that a regular mook like gumba Gouda Flatulente. Society already looked down on kneecappers like him. Now add the bleeding

and the pus seeping out of bright red sores, and you’ve got another reason to not only be seen as but truly feel disgusting, even more worthless than a crack in the sidewalk.

But I still love you, pustules and all. Come, my darling, let me don a pair of purple rubber gloves and rub you down with salve. I know I'm weird, but everyone has their fetish.

Purple gloves and salve are not weird, my Peach, unless worn by a Nun in a red crotchless thong... Before he could finish, she fell into a coma. His pustules soon crusted over.

He decided to sit in the bean bag chair while he waited. He hadn't sat in one in ages. He started playing around and his feet lost contact with the floor, It swallowed him whole.