Spanky by Phil Cummings


“Should we just leave him here like this? What if his parents come in and find all this shit?”
“Fucking asshole. It would serve him right. He belongs in a fucking padded cell. See if you can wake him up.”
I bent down and looked at Spanky’s face. When I looked at it closely I almost pissed myself from the shock. His eyes were fucking open! I hadn’t seen an expression like that since I watched Big Ralph kick the bucket. It was a twisted rictus of death. I got down on my hands and knees and put my ear on his back to listen where his heart was. Oh Fuck!
“Hugh, man, he’s fucking dead!”
“Aw, no shit? I knew that tubby cocksucker was on a mission to ruin my fucking evening.”