~The Book of Randomness~

THE EIGHTY-FOURTH BOOK OF RANDOMNESS

IT'S BEEN SO LONG SINCE I DID ANYTHING WITH THIS BOOK I'M SO SORRY I'M ALIVE PLEASE DON'T HURT ME I WILL THROW THE ENTIRETY OF HONG KONG AT YOU IF YOU ATTACK ME I SWEAR TO SHEEP BECAUSE THINGS HAPPENED AND I LOST MY SENSE OF HUMOUR BUT THAT IS OKAY BECAUSE WE ALL KNOW THAT MY MOM CAN'T SPELL THE WORD EXERCISe OR MAYBE IT WAS MY GRANDFATHER THAT WROTE EXCERSISES BUT WHATEVER NOT MY PROBLEM I DON'T EXERCISE I'M FINLAND'S WHITE SACK OF POTATOES

~~~~~~i forgot how to format the chapters so we're making up a new form of formation and formatting ok let's go ride on zealand and nyoom to doitsu that makes sense right this book is gonna be fandom trash i'm afraid kindly bear with me i'm not a criminal~

i have to choose a saint name if i choose hedwig how heavily judged will i be i mean i'm no owl and it just doesn't fit in with my name very well but if i choose joan my last name already has a syllable that sounds like joan in it what do i do i'm in a predicament please just throw a paper airplane at me i swear it won't hurt you or me i mean paper is practically harmless until you touch it with your fingers and you like slide it across and you get a paper cut now those are painful and i'm typing ridiculously fast and probably making a million typos but like i'm staring at my earphones which have so graciously abandoned me but not that i think about hit anyone who reads this won't even be able to tell how fast i was typing or can you i don't know just assume that my hands were flying across the keyboard like a freaking unicorn on a bag of lays

the end i'm gonna go eat chips i'm hungry