That Spectacular Guy

Part 1

First off, this {fucking} story starts off smooth. Starts shaky and slow, if you will. So {fucking} hold tigh hats or hair or both. Get ready for de epic Shomo of your merry/unmerry life.

So there was this chad (moi) walking down the road. Or rather on sidewalk for Intel fucker to tell ye dumb. Minding he own self, thinking dull dull dull DULL. Nothing INTERESTING. Not one THING particular. Where is thy entertainment?

Then one a gal, out of the blue... wall. Blue-eyed blonde with berry blue blouse. She smiled like a silly silly sun. Fun and dumb. Alone just like me.

Now she dead. In the grass. What-what happened? Some wicked force from afar kill her.

NAH I KILLED THE PONY. I'S STABB HER IN BETWEEN THE RIDGEY RIBS INTO HER LITTLE LUNGS!!!

So yeah I did that. Diddy did cause to eliminate MY boredom was high top prioity. Sorry queen, sacrifices had to be diddy done.

(Or not possibly a dreamy dream ahaha)

FINALLY, home at last. Pray the gods for my return. Then Immediately my shity mom comes.

"ADRIAN!, So GOOD to see you, so good." Me Momma said. "How was your friend's."

"Finnneeeeeee." I's Snhired like a reindeers. But by Bummy's own word. I's havey had little chitchat riprap with formal and most sincere buddy, Col. Al Salavador Quackface or otherwise known after the age of 14. Carlos, just carlos with a genuine C. We played the whole day throwing bottle caps, in the Sandbox vid game where ye can too punch nude women to the ketchup pulp of BLOOD AND GORE. After I went that shity walk and non talk.

"I realize that you have walked in that very terribly cold weather. Have a humbley good cookie."

"I gladly accept." I willed out a fairly robotic voice and swiped a rocky mound of CC's (h and batter dough into between my palm.

I then mozzed past mother, she didn't {fucking} 'are. I made the way down the all with very coooool blu striped with the melencolny purple poka dots. HEINOUS DESIGN. VERRTY HEINOUS.

"Adrian, why are you here now." Came a rather peepish voice from my humble left. It thus my brother. Micheal. However, to MY unhindered head, his title is Bihubicon Jobi, or just Jobi.

"Cause I shall and will."

"Enough with that foolish talk of yours. Can't you please speak like a normal man."

"Normies are for nobody, (such as yourself)." The latter was said underbreath.

"I heard that, I will have mother know you said that horrid statement."

"That shall not be ALLOWED." I was turning aggressive, pressing my fist over his door frame like some wicked Afro Gorilla.

"I won't be intimiated by some nonsenseical aditude."

"NONSENSE! You shall." I's imposed by best terror stance. The one me uncle used when I myself ticked him off for something typical unreasonble, such breaking his woey toey.

It appears the terror tactic was working. Jobi's feared face contorted and broke.

"Fine. I won't tell and I'll stay quiet. I'll quiet!"

"True to your word."

"Very faithful." He turn and cowered and mouse-scurried in a corner, a guess cause I didn't see it, cause I's was in my humble room of ob.

I twas time to settle and hush down for the day and await for the very next time.

Mind send off...

...One {blink of the eye} hour time forward.