OMG okay so im really craving frickin hotdogs right now. Im walking to the kitchen and...AAHHHHHH i slipped. I alMost frickin forgot! Its April frickin fools day. my older damn brother named Cameron, put oil on the floor in the frickin hallway to the kitchen. I wipe my tears and yell, CAMMY OH CAMMY WHERE ARE YOU?! YOU SON OF A-- (parents walk in) your a son of a beautiful, young women and a strong, handsome man. I smile and quickly walk to the frickin kitchen. I AM GETTING THAT HOTDOG WITH SOME XTRA MUSTARD!!!!!!
I grab two buns and a wiener and mustard and basically bathe that hotdog in that beautiful mustard. and...AAAHHHHH I frickin spilt the mustard on my jeans. UGH could my day get any worse?
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Horrora story with absolutely no purpose. but you should really read it though
