Danny and Mario: Baby Stroller Mother

"Mario."

"What up?"

"I can almost see up that girl's skirt."

"Where?"

"Right the fuck over there... three o'clock to you."

"AM or PM?"

"Yes..."

"Fuck.  She seriously just has to bend over like eight degrees more and we'll be able to see her underwear."

"I know, you fuck."

"Wait.  Wait patiently, son."

Mario and Danny waited patiently.  No one could see what they were up to though.  But, yes, they wanted to see up this girl's skirt... to look at her underwear, or whatever was under there.

"Fuck... almost... almost...," both of them said.

"You think that's her kid?"  Asked Mario.

"Yea, it has to be her kid, but shush dude.  We're almost there."

"Fuck, she even has a hot face.  A plus."

They were looking on--intently.  If they were lucky, they would catch a glimpse of what was underneath the flowery tiny min-skirt that the woman was wearing, if they were lucky.

"Please...," both said.

"HEY!"  Some big ass fuck yelled.

"HOLY SHIT!"  Mario yelled, "You scared the shit out of me, bro."

"HAHA!  He scared me too," Danny laughed and looked at this big buff faggot guy.

"What are you guys doing?"  Buff faggot guy asked Mario and Danny.

Well, shit, neither Danny nor Mario quite liked this guy's tone.  They turned their full ass attention to this guy.  This guy was about three feet taller than Danny and about a foot taller than Mario.  Mario poked this motherfucker hard, right on the chest.

"Can we help you?"  Mario asked

"Ouch.  You sons of bitches.  Were you trying to look up that lady's skirt?"  Big guy turned into a real pussy.

"Hey, can we help you?"  Danny pierced the big guy's poor little skull with his stare.

"Were you trying to look up that lady's skirt?"

Danny almost lost it.

"Hey you fucking asshole, you better just leave, or Danny alone is going to kick the shit out of you."  Well, you could tell Mario was concerned for the big galoot, but you could also tell that he was serious as all hell--and hell is serious as fuck.  Mario got a little closer to the big fuck, "You better fucking leave, princess."

Danny turned his back on Mario and the big guy.  He was, sure as hell, losing it, "Mario.  Tell this guy to beat it."

"Beat it, pussy."  Mario got in the big guy's face.

"You... you guys... you guys are faggots."  Well, the big guy said the wrong thing now, didn't he.

Danny turned around, "Come here you motherfucker!"

The big guy was stunned, but he didn't back down.  Danny rushed him, jumped like five feet in the air, grabbed the big guys collar, and then tripped him by making him lose his balance.  Once Danny was above this big fuck, he started slapping the big guy hard on the face and yelling in his face, "What do you want?!  Huh?!  You want me to kick your pussy ass?!"  Danny sure was slapping the shit out of this fuck.  One would wonder, why wasn't Danny just punching this fucker.  Well, there's a different element to slapping someone than there is to punching him.  After slapping and yelling at him around for a bit Danny backed off.

"Mario..."

Mario stepped up, "Bro just get the fuck out of here.  Don't say anything."

The big guy got up, dusted his clothes off proudly, and got the fuck out of dodge.

"Damn it man."  Danny was pissed.  He hated slapping dudes around, "Is she still around?"

"Nah, she's gone," Mario grinned his big ass fucking usual grin.  Danny and Mario pounded their dumb ass fists together.

"A motherfucker can't try to look up a woman's skirt in peace these days," one of them said.

"We were so close to seeing her underwear dude," one of them responded.

They walked off into the sunset or sunrise or one way or another.