The way things should be in Garys life...


He wakes up at 3PM. He blinks his eyes and looks outside... ah, no sun. Another good day.

Before he has time to react, 3 women are taking care of his morning wood while he eats a bagel made entirely out of gouda.

"Bitches! get the fuck off" he says to them as they fight over his love dribble. "Yes master gary.." The 3 blondes chourus as begin to fondle their own breasts instictivly.

He leaves the room and treads out to the kitchen. Looking at the floor in front of the kitchen is his mother, piss drunk holding a white puffball of a dog.

"Move bitch, need food." She doesent move.

He rolls her over a couple of time and notices the dog has been long since dead. The lack of exersize killed it.

Shrug.

He opens the fridge and finds nothing but cheese therein. Cheese and bean burritos are consumed.

An hour after another sex session with the Dahm triplets, he hops on EQ and checks his friends list.

Kyle is in Oasis.

Zoning.

Gary leans over and pats his T-1 tower with his manly lumberjack like hand.

He boots up Diablo and kills diablo on hell a couple of times, as ritual.

Still dark out, good thing. Looking over at the mirror beside his bed, he spots his sister dressing in her room. Just back from a night of whoring around, she is very tired.

Lurking in the shadows, he bites into her neck drinking her vitae.

Nummy.

Sex.

Sleep.



Cheese.