It was da Final 3, da day of reckonin'. At camp, Snooty Sarah passed out from stahvashion. Me and Goth Cunt giggled at her. I was fine cuz I have bin stashing a large supply of KFC behind da treemail box da whole game, while Goth Cunt said dat she made a deal wiff dat guy Satan ta grant her everlasting vitality. I want summa dat, but she says I wouldn't undastand.
Da immunity challenge was a race up a hill. Sarah stahted panting and bitching about 10 seconds in, while Goth Cunt surprisingly sprinted ahead. Boulders kept hittin me like eviction notices, and befo I knew it Goth Cunt had won. I was rly mad, cuz I wanted ta vote her out, but now I was more scurred fo maself.
I guess all dat wrist-cuttin had made G.C. light-headed cuz fo sum reason, she brought me to da Final 2 wiff her instead of dat boring non-threat Sarah. I hugged dat white bitch on her way out ta assure her jury vote, but I also stole her iPhone frum her pocket mid-hug. What do you esspect?
I look at Goth Cunt, and I know I can't beat her. I realize she has da devil on hur side. I may have Jesus, but... will it be enuff?
