I's was transported to a realm, the wonderful fantastic realm of free games! All the games in da galaxy. PRAISE GOOOOOOOD!
FANUM TAX SIMULATOR
Squich 2.0
Ridge Riders Pacific
All those wonderful games, straight to my library and OHHHHHHHHH MUCH MORE WONDERFUL TIMES DID ENSUE. Racing, squiching, FANUM TAXING FUN FUN FUN PURE FUCKING BLISS N PISS
"Urghhhh..." I's felt sick. I had xpierenced an overdose of fun. Enough to make me-
BLAAAARGH... crap... I's had done it all over the screen... and what little uncovered revealed the time: 3:19... shight... even for me thats... rather... EARLY FUCK IT IMMMA GONNA GAME ALLL NIGGGH...
"Adrian... Adrian... please awake!"
Whoooo... is that... Me eyes regained some strength, enough to determine who this chuck was... it be Jobi.
"GET DA FUCK OUTTA MY FAAAAAAAACE!"
"Your going to be late for school, get ready now."
"Uhhhhhhhhh..." *this then proceeded in very very VERY lengthy sequence of which I slothy prepared for school. Da details such are much too boooring for this record, so... INTERMISSION!*
I's slowly zigzaged down da hallway like some dumb drunk bumping into bumz as I's went. Eventually I made it to me first class: Albeja.
"Your 25 minutes late, Mr. Warren!" The teacher boldly announced to me and da class.
"Uhhhhhh." The zombified me responded dully.
"SIT HERE!"
I swayed to the seat. DOOOOOUUUUUCH and Collapsed there like a horse to a toothpick.
Next, I's found meself in detention with de other devilish dickwads.
WHAT A TERRRRRRFIC START TO DA DAY!
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"WHAT DA FUCK BOY!?!?!" Me daddy, scolded at me at home. "THIS INTOLERANCE WILL NOT BE TOLERATED! YOUR GOUNDED FOR A MONTH GO YOUR RROOOOOOOOM!"
All me motha did was give me a cross look. I was thrusted in my adobe by my daddy and i's was stranded there. No computer no fun! CRAAAAAAP! Buuuuuuut... my secret window!
I crept to some boxes of socks n shirts. Toppled those off and that action unveiled a pane, a pane of escape. From feet to head, I pulled myself through the ass-sized opening, very very gently. POOOF. I's fell onto hedges very high, my butt filled with some moist. But the breakout had WORKED. I WAS FREEEEEEEEE!
I raced to the home of Carlos. My other, and for this better adobe.
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KNONKONKONKOKNOKONKONKONKONK
I rapidly punched my amigo's door. No answer came til-
"Holy shit!- Oh hello AL!
"Hi, can I come in."
"Wait wait WAIT! What are you hiding from?''
"Grounded, come on come on let me IN!"
"EY! CARLY! You orda pizza or somethin?"
"You have somebody over!?"
"SHH SHH Not so loud!"
"What's going on, oooh!" Unfortunately, da noise was enough to arose this other dude to come to us. This dude, ughhh... black, witha red shirt and brown shorts with an equally shity cap. Ugly getup. "Whose this folk."
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That Spectacular Guy
HumorThis is the amazing, fantastic tale of a boy who learned of alternative means of obtaining things. The story is fiction yet possibly true. There is comedy yet tragedy. Who will go and who will still. READ AND FIND OUT!
