It was a warm sunny afternoon when Bear Claw decided to take a hike to Castle Rock. He had been walking for about half an hour when he decided to take a rest. He bent down to refill his canteen when he heard a rustling noise in a large oak tree just across the river from him. Curious, he trudged across the water. When he reached the other side, he was soaked from his waist down. Suddenly, all seemed quiet. The birds were no longer chirping, the squirrels stopped gathering nuts, and a large shadow crept over the land. An icy breeze passed through him that sent a shiver down his spine. Bear Claw walked over to the tree. He looked up only to see a .325 caliber submachine gun pointed between his eyes. Before he could even scream, armor piercing rounds tore into his bare chest. Flesh and bone shattered into a fountain of blood and muscle tissue as bloody chunks of his spleen and liver littered the ground. The bullets entered his brain spraying arteries and fragments of his skull in every direction. His body lay face down in the red river as he slowly floated down stream. The bloody mess that used to be Bear Claw was now fish food.
THE END
It’s called a typo. If I made really stupid mistakes all the time, that’s one thing. But a mistake like that every once in a while is no big deal. It really does piss me off that I can’t get a post out without you there to tell me it’s retarded, or that I’m wrong, or something. Just let me freaking post!
means i was kidding
.