Bad Soup 

Opposite to 'Good Soup', an absolutely horrible, discreetly horrendous, exceedingly abysmal thing or action preformed by anyone. The power behind this word is too much to fathom and yet even comprehend to even the most intelligent minds; this is the insult of the Gods. The universal no-no, the one and only; single worst sin you could possibly ever do is the representation of 'Bad Soup'. This is the most ultimate, divine, sacred, godly insult in the entire universe. Worse than all punishment possible, impossible, existent, and inexistent. Some say the extinction of the Australian continent in 2132 oh crap you weren't supposed to know that was cause by a single person whispering under their breath; "Bad soup".

Don't get called this.

"A man; fierce and large stood at the entrance of the local bar. His height rivaled the door in which he entered in, giving a charismatic nod to all of the ladies whom reside inside. He smiled; bringing his black dashing sunglasses to rest upon his hairline. A man he knew well sneered from the back wall. A man he knew very well. 'Well isn't it the old coward who broke the heart of my daughter.' The man said, watching down from his outstanding height. He puffed his chest to seem more tough than he actually was. The other man stood up; short and skinny, pale skin. He stood up from his seat; all eyes on the two men. Tensions arose in the bar. 'You broke her heart you filthy, beast.' The new audience gasped. 'You think coming here was your best choice? Maybe you should apologize then go back to your dusty old slum.' His near instant comeback sent a shiver down the little guy's spine. 'I can show you what a slum looks like!' He pulled out a photograph of his ex, her being the big man's daughter. 'You talk bad about my only daughter and you'll never see the credits roll!' He demanded. 'You're not the guy I pictured when I pictured my daughter's boyfriend. You are a rat compared to the Goddess she is.' The small man cuffed his fists and bit his lower lip. 'Well then Mr. Oden? If she is such a Goddess then why is she secretly hiding that tattoo on her ankle?' Oden grabbed onto his small leather jacket with both arms, literally lifting him up. 'You Michael. You are truly Bad Soup.'

Bad Soup by CharliesDaGoat May 22, 2025