Firetrucks and shit

 One day this person was walking down the street when a firetruck fell from the sky onto him. The crash started a lot of fire causing the death of like 10 people. There was a group of firefighters that came to stop it and the fire got to their truck and blew it up. Then another firetruck came and actually put out the fire. After that, that firetruck went back to the station and here I am shitting more bricks than a Mexican worker. Why is there firetrucks falling from the sky? Is this some sick pun? Is God pissed? Did the Packers lose the Super Bowl? I am left with no answers, just more fucking firetrucks. And all I can do is just laugh as I go insane seeing all these people die in front of me. There are literally kids getting squashed by the dozens because of these things, and all I can do is laugh due to the irony of the firetrucks being lit to flames. But then a smidget of my sanity comes back for a second and I start to wonder "Is this judgement day? Are we all being punished for our sins? But then, I realized, "Nah." That was it, just 'nah' because I couldn't muster any other words in my brain as I watched another firetruck fall down from the sky and crash down upon old Baker's ice cream truck, completely crushing it and sending ice cream flying in all directions. The kids were too traumatized to steal the newly freed ice cream from its crushed freezer of a prison. People were running in circles like chickens with their heads cut off. It was if everyone in the small town was tripping balls at once, even the children. How on God's green earth could this actually be happening? What did we ever do to these fucking firetrucks? Besides the fact that we go inside them and and basically use their spit and tears to put out the fire. But that's beside the point. Oh shit, an old lady got hit by a firetruck and her granddaughter is basically trying to get the truck into a headlock while screaming every cuss word known to mankind. I can't stop laughing, I literally can't even! I feel something hit me, oh no, Shrek hit me. I've been waiting for him. I gave him kick in the face. Shrek died. I won. Everything is right with the world now. All the people have stopped running and happiness filled the land. Then, a butterfly landed on my nose. It was a beautiful butterfly. Then, the butterfly exploded and everything exploded and went back. There was actually nothing now. ~~~~~~The end ~~~~~