8 years later
"Hey, so good you could come." Bart says with a smile.
"I wouldn't miss it for the world." Mayor Lovejoy says with a smirk. His time as mayor was nearly over but he had changed the town a lot. There was a dramatic drop in sex, drugs and crimes of that nature while there was an amusing increase in violent activity from gangs.
"You know, I can't believe you're a lawyer now." Reverend Lovejoy said with a smile. Bart had dropped out of his political position when he realised that other countries suck and stuff.
"It was a lot of hard work, I wasted so much time on it." Bart replied.
"I can't believe the day is finally here." Jessica said smiling. She was one of the few town folk that still did drugs regularly and had sex with anyone that need it. She considered herself a friend to whom that can't get laid.
"Well Bart is great so it was going to happen sooner or later." Alex said with a smirk. It was the wedding day of Bart and Alex and the town were too busy eating and talking to give a shit.
They walked up the isle like a happy couple, got married and instantly got to work on making a baby, they didn't care half the town was watching.
"Boy, you're meant to put the penis in her mouth first." Homer said.
"Her vaginal is more fun." Bart replied thrusting. The whole town was cheering.
"Helen, you know maybe we should have another baby." Reverend Lovejoy said with a smirk.
"No way, after Jessica I swore I would never have a child." Helen replied.
"Hey, everybody… let's go kill some republicans and communist before my reign is over." Everybody cheers to that as they all run out and kill Waylon Smithers, dig up Mr Burns and burn his body.
"Burn Burns, Burn." They all sing in approval. Professor Frink leaves Springfield to join Crime Fighters Inc. That is another story, although no one really gives a fuck. Bart had one piece of advice for Jessica before he got married.
"If you fly up on clouds make sure you play with your circumference." Why that was added, no one knows.
"Hey town bang!" Lenny screams as they all take their clothes off and start fucking.
"Hey I think I'm having sex with my tavern." Moe says with a smirk. His penis was rather large, 7ft long and it had no problem destroying the tavern with its ejaculation. Suddenly there is a giant squirrel rabbit pig that walks into Springfield, it is 14 ft tall.
"Hey, can I join the party?" The beast of sexiness asks.
"Sure," Jessica says inserting his tail in her vaginal.
"Oh yeah, that's good baby, just play with my tail like that." The giant squirrel rabbit pig or SRB squeaks as Jessica slowly plays with the cute tail.
"Shove that pet gerbil up my ass," Carl screams as Lenny pushes it harder and harder. There is a moral to this story I just forget what it is. Oh wait, the moral is… when a town has a Mayor it totally sucks ass, countries with governments suck and everyone should kill the government. Oh yeah you should all be atheist.
"Kill God yeah!" Ned Flanders screams.
"No, I mean just don't believe in him… not kill him." I say.
"Oh… same thing." Ok, scratch that… everyone should become a Muslim, can you imagine 6 billion suicide bombers?
If you have enjoyed this story, then please start jacking off to the words. I mean words like I, squirrel rabbit, shit… they are perfect words to jack off to. If you want, you can marry this story. It will be fun, we will kill you and then lie about it and then you will be off the hook because we use a racial slur to much. That's what happened to O.J, did I have told you that he is Homer's uncle?
If you haven't realised it yet, this is the final chapter and I want to thank so people. Jesus, I mean I know you don't like this fic it meant a lot to me you read it man, you totally kick ass but you kind of died in a lame way. Mohammad, yeah dude… I know you got trouble reading English and stuff but look, it doesn't matter… go fuck one of your seven wives and it will be okay. Uhh Buddha, listen fat man, I don't want any more hate mail from you ok? I have read enough shit about nirvana on their band page and I don't need too meanings to the word. Reverend Lovejoy, I think you're a very hot chick… Hilary Duff hot in fact, if that freaks you out since I haven't met you in real life and chances are I never will then never mind all the secret pictures I took of you in the shower…. Those were for medical use. Anon, your pretty cool for reviewing, I personally want to kill you but thanks for the reviews.
"Hey man, you have been blabbing on about shit for the last 20 minutes." Bart says.
"Wow… 20 minutes, you're a slower reader aren't you?"
"I have dyslexia…"
"And you're a lawyer?" Anyways the town had never been better since Mayor Lovejoy's reign of blood… uhh I meant glory. I really hope no one was offended by this fic and if you are, your pretty much a pussy.
"Oh it's ok, you can't really write for shit and you don't even check your work in this fic. I mean, you really should have stuck with another 12 chapters of Bartman." Bart says with a smirk.
"Does anyone still read that?" I ask.
"No, I think they all stopped at chapter 2, admit it… your not that great of a writer, I mean that Reverend Lovejoy, the last temptation of Timothy Lovejoy beats all of your fics combined."
"Well what about my south park fics?"
"Those suck two, I mean that no escape one is pretty out of it but it too sucks."
"Well I still want to be an author." The whole town starts laughing.
"Stop dreaming, you would be better as a drug dealer." Homer says with a smirk. Maybe he is right, I should start dealing… I mean I would probably smoke all the pot, snort all the cocaine and inject myself with all the heroin but I sell anything but it wouldn't be a bad job.