I walked through the front door. But as I was walking through my white doorway, I got hit in the head. By what you may ask? Well, it's an eggplant. An eggplant from Jesus. Some may not believe my instincts, but if you were in the eyes of me you would probably be shooting up some homies with your gang. I turned around and looked behind me. "Holy moly!" I screamed. I heard a polite noise of air, wind. Guess who I saw? Well, my savior. My everything. My goal in life. Jesus Mother Fucking Christ. No, I should not be cursing, but this is one of those times to. I ran down my cement steps and bolted towards him. My mom was glaring through the window. It was after that moment when she put me on my new medication. Turns out I'm lowkey a phsycopath. But to this day, I keep the eggplant hanging above my fireplace. For love, peace, and courage.
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Jesus the Eggplant
RandomHi I'm a great author and I'm glad you decided to read my story. I'm sorry I can not give a description, as it would due to a spoiler alert. get it, spoiled eggs. #momjoke okay gang I hope you enjoy this little story, have a great evening.
