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H-E- DOUBLE HOCKEY STICKS

As I said I am going to continue with all the reasons as to why I am a flop(btw this is becoming a strangely similar version to reasons why dans a fail) Oh well.

onto story #2

This story is brought to you by: my mind (yay)

So typical afternoon at this place thats called school, last class of the day it's a Friday. What could go wrong right?

EVERYTHING. EVERYTHING WENT WRONG.

*skip through lots of boring school/class shit*

I was just sitting there thinking 

"Oh you know what sounds good right now. A good old disturbing dead baby joke (Introduced to me by imtooawkwardtolive) 

I had already told one of these earlier in the week and let's just say nobody found it funny other than me. Of course.

I suggested me telling another joke and everyone burst out laughing an told me to stop because those jokes aren't jokes they're just twisted and horrible.I accepted it and just went along just minding my own business. Until of course my trusty friend just went ahead and just blabbed out to the teacher if he wanted to hear a dead baby joke.

Not only did she just say dead baby joke, she said:

"Hey Mr._______ do you want to hear one of Gibelly's dead baby jokes?"

In which he sarcastically responded:

"Oh sure those are my favorite types of jokes!"

I then threw my head down against the desk and proceeded into laughing really hard and not only getting red as...something really red. Other than the laughing that made it bad I was also dying of embarrassment. She told the classic:

"How many dead babies does it take to shingle a roof?

depends on how thin you slice them"

And wasn't that one just a knee slapper. The reaction to that was just all a mess. 

Literally all he said was " wow, someone's going to H-E-DOUBLE HOCKEY STICKS"

Ingeniously the name of this story part. It took me about five minutes to be able to process and think about what my life is and calm down enough to get to a shade of red that looked like i was slightly okay. 

                                                                                                THE END.

The day then ended with me contemplating my life and whether i spend too much time on the internet to actually find that twisted humor hilarious. Now my teacher is just more scare of me than before, as he knows about my phan obsession. I really just enjoy the look of horror on peoples faces when I tell them. Im literally equipped with a note card where I have about 20 written down. 

But enough about me! what about you? 

i know i have plenty of these stories to tell.

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These things are getting a little lengthy. Should I stop expressing myself so heavily and start up with the one sentence thoughts again or go along with these things that take about 30min to write and revise, feedback? Always hope you're having a good day and that you drink lots of water because people need water. If I keep rambling this is never going to be over so see you next time with another installment of 'reasons why I'm a flop' 

bye!