(feat. Daniel -beeeeep- and Conor -beeeep- from Weeaboos)
Ah, the memories...
Anywho, yeah; flying pasta lid.
-STORY TIME-
Welcome back to the end of the lunch queue with Conor, Daniel and I, a magical place where nothing makes sense and sugar happens. That includes flying pasta lids.
Conor, normally having a pack-lunch box with him, had a little tub/box/plastic container of pasta that one day. And he couldn't get the lid off so he did what anyone would do; grab a pen and try to pry it off.
Well, the lid went flying...
And so did Daniel's security of lids.
(I shall now express his reaction in two alphabetical letters in a large number in three nonexistent words of the dictionary)
Pasta lid: *flies off*
Daniel: AHHH! AHHHHHHH! AAAHHHHHH!
-THE END-
Yeah... I don't know what we'd be without Daniel...
-STORY TIME 2-
Similarly to the previous STORY TIME, Daniel...uh...in simple terms...screamed.
Welcome back, again, to the lunch- whatever, you know the place - and this time it was the same trio plus a guy named 'Oh-mai-gawd-George'.
So this 'O-m-g-G' was playing Five Nights at Freddy's 2 on his phone and the rest of us were just watching him absentmindedly; I was watching it upside down, Conor from the right, Daniel on the left.
Tbh, omgG was doing ok; third night, 4 am...
Until Toy Bonnie decides to jump in our faces.
Conor and omgg flinched, Daniel...(le sigh)...
Daniel: *fudging...matrix-es his way backwards and jumps up* WHAT THE F---?!?!?! THAT'S NOT COOL!!!! NOT COOL BONNIE!!!
-THE END-
I've come to notice that Daniel is now part of the reason why humour exists.
A wise Wattpader once said,
"You need humour to survive; but Daniel is a good alternative."
- Callistos (dwppiano244)
Yup.
PEACE.
(Picture is relevant because FLYING.)
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The Antics and Fudged Up Sugar Within My Non-existent Life
Non-FictionSo basically, in a simpler version of the title, I have no life. From choking on air to 'nom'ing a sandwich, this is a little collection of the rather memorable events in this soul. Yup.
