Faggot Biker and His Kid

Me and my friend Erik were at a study group and wanted to take a break. I asked, "You thirsty?" He replied, "I could use a tasty beverage." So we ditched these shit-for-brains and walked to a nearby 7-Eleven. We always take this one shortcut through these double railroad tracks. I happened to notice a bicycle frame on the side of the tracks, so I decided to heave it onto one of the tracks out of good humor. Erik laughed and we started crossed the tracks. Just as we were across, we heard a douchebag on a bike shout out "Hey!" We turned around. "You know what the penalty for derailing a train is?" We looked left and right to see who he was addressing. His kid wheeled in beside him and rung his bike bell. "Us?" I implored. "Yeah you," he said frowning. "Fuck you faggot. How would you know it was us? You didn't see us do nothing," I said as me and Erik lifted our middle fingers in unison. Erik sneered, "Break yourself faggot." The queer glared at us menacingly and responded, "Who else could it be?" I yelled, "Train!" The homo spun left and right, and we ran off snickering. 5 minutes later, we were leaning back on chairs enjoying Slurpees.

Even if I didn't do it, what evidence does this motherfucker have to convict me of intentional derailment? That track obviously was not being used judging by the overgrown weeds. Did this asshole see me do it? No. It was impossible. Two solid concrete walls lined the sides of the tracks, and no one was behind us when I did it. So what the fuck's his problem? That poor kid, having a piece of shit for a father. He can eat a dick. You don't even know me motherfucker. What gives you the right to address me and judge me like that? Hell no. You sack of dickshit. You cuntphobic male ass wrecker. I want to punch that punkass in the face and maybe the kid in the stomach. That little shit. I should put both of their bikes on the train track. Fucking salad tossing pricks.