the_flight_of_the_assmunch Barrett a story for little girls who like to get stuck or for who ever reads this There was once a little bug on a hill, his name was Assmunch. Assmunch was a good little bug and did as all good little bugs do. He only had one little problem, HE WAS DEAD DAMMIT! But, little Assmunch was a content little guy, content to play alone amongst the flowers and the trees. Since no one else could stand the sight or stentch of his decaying bug body. "Why won't anyone play with me?" a saddened little Assmunch cried. "Because you're a dead and fuck'n ugly little bug!" shouted a darling young boy. The darling young boy's name was Edac. "Don't say that," Assmonch whined, "That's not a nice thing to say to a nice little bug like myself." "Fuck you!" the boy replied. Edac then proceeded to tear off the little bugs legs. "Ow!" "Shut up!" Edac shrieked. Then he produced a needle and shoved it up Assmunch's ass. It didn't matter, because he was dead, remember? Besides, little dead bugs dead or alive don't fuck'n talk. Edac was just a sick darling young boy who heard voices and enjoyed anally assulting dead little bugs. (Barrett copyright 1990) 001103 what's it to you? who go blather from