jaysun vurheeeeses diary

the ranchur

in his sadnes, jaysun approached a farm. not just any farm. it was a ranch.

"helo, jaysun, why so sad?" the ranchur said.

jaysun looked away in embarrassment. if he was not a decaying corpse hiding behind a mask, he would surely have been of the blushing. jaysun liked the ranchur already.

"Ish hedebbajakiup ferthuyhuysij. juiklop." jaysun replied. it was a truly touching answer.

the ranchur showed jaysun around the ranch. it was a weazel ranch. jaysun liked weazels. weazels did not like jaysun. jaysun lost his one remaining eyebol to a black weazel. the weazel was fckin savage af, as jaysun would say if he could make any sounds beside that of a stray cat being mowed down by a garbage truck.

even though jaysun had a good 'ole time down at the weazel ranch, he began his journey towards chicago because he wanted to find pete wentz. jaysun was still stuck in 2001. poor jaysun.