Random Things

wud up dog

I have one poems I made just joking around with my friends and I made her laugh throughout class and I need to dig it up from the basement of Google. *Mother* <--- Phan reference for anyone who lives under a rock.

Well, I promised y'all something for this chapter so I will give y'all something.

My one act improv thing I made up one day at lunch. I made people die.

Of laughter. What? Did you think I was a psychotic teenage girl?

I probably am. But that isn't the topic at the moment.

Now

For my show.

"Pen"

"Hello mam." I said to the lady walking by.
"Hello sir."
"Would you like to by this one of a kind, state of the art*pause of a moment*pen?"
"Um, no?"
"But would you like to see it's many features?"
"Sure."
"Don't mind me." I said grabbing the wrinkled part of her shirtsleeve.
"See, it irons your clothes." I said rubbing the side of the pen on the shirtsleeve.
"It also can do your makeup." I said using the pen on her face.
"See." I said handing her a mirror. "I made you go from ewww to decently ewww."
"So would you like to buy my product now?"
"No. I'm sorry."
"Look, mam. Can I be honest with you?"
"Um...sure?"
"You see that tin cylinder trash can?" I said pointing to it.
"Yes."
"That is my home. I have a wife who is on the edge of leaving me, and four children who hate me. When their friends come over they're like, 'What's your dad's job?' and they say, 'He sells pens.'"

"And if I sell this one pen, my kids will love me, I can even upgrade my home and move to those dumpster over there. Not the green one with the trash and everything gross like that. But that white, beautiful, recycling garbage bin. And my wife won't leave me for that rat next door. I know what you're thinking, he must be a real jerk to be called a rat, but no. He is a literal rat."

"So would you please buy my pen?"

"No."

"DAMN IT!"

So... What'd y'all think?

Well I've got to go so yeah. Bye. Poems next time. Promise. Unless I get bored before then.👌💃😍🍟💯