The shroomery.org is down, so men from that forum are now coming to this forum in search of the anus of a man named Trent. I really can’t say I am surprised. Where oh where can that Trent anus be? Many men ask this question.
The penis hardens.
Alright, this has to be a joke. I went to Burger King. I gave the signal--tapping my foot underneath the stalls. NO TRENT ANUS! All I got was "get the fuck outta here faggot" replies. What a waste of time.
The Anus widens
We all have a little bit of Trent's anus inside us.
“I DEMAND TRENT ANUS!” A black man in the distance screams. “These men are really wanting some Trent anus” I explain to Mr Magenta. “Indeed. The shroomery has closed down. And now men from the shroomery are not capable of getting their Trent anus fix. These men need their release. The situation is starting to get dire.” Mr Magenta explains to me.
A black man from the shadows approaches, with a very angry look on his face. “Mr Magenta! I need some Trent anus, and I need it now!” The black man screams. “I am sorry, but I don’t know where Trent anus is right now.” Mr Magenta says, trying to reason with the crazed black man. “Bullshit!! You slam your penis directly into the anus of a man named Trent on a daily basis! You know where he is!” The black man screams, and pulls out a knife and charges toward mr Magenta. Mr Magenta quickly pulls out his pistol and shoots the black man directly in the forehead.
A crowd of black men forms. They are chanting that they want Trent anus. “We want Trent anus! We want Trent anus!” The black crowd shouts.
Mr Magenta hands me his pistol, and then picks up his fully automatic machine gun. “This might get messy” mr Magenta says to me. Suddenly the crowd of black men charges. Mr Magenta simply begins opening fire, mowing down large number of black men. I quickly start shooting the pistol, I shoot a black man in the forehead, then another one. A black man gets close to mr Magenta back, I put a slug in the black mans head. Mr Magenta looks at me and nods, and then keeps shooting black men. Finally, we have shot and killed all the black men in the crowd. “That was a close call” I say to mr Magenta. “I really want some Trent anus.” Mr Magenta says and walks away.