Ok so I didn't end up updating on Friday... well unless I can write and publish a paragraph in 4 minutes, that is. READY, SET, GO!
I entered the Haunted House warily. Why I'd agreed to go, I did not know. Peer pressure, I'm telling you. Suddenly a clown popped up in front of me.
SHIT.
SHIT.
WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY FRIENDS WHO SOMEHOW CONVINCED ME INTO COMING HERE?? DID THEY DITCH ME? I'M KILLING THEM ONCE THIS IS OVER.
The clown laughed and took out a chainsaw.
Well, fuck this. I sucker punched it in the face.
"What the Hell!" It clutched at its bleeding nose.
I shrugged. "Well, you look more like a clown now since your face is more colorful. It looks better with that touch of red. Like blush, ya know? Except on your nose." I then plowed forward in the Haunted House, looking for the little shits I called "friends."
By the time I'd gone through the Haunted House... let's just say it looked like a real Haunted House now. I'd left a path of pissed off people clutching their noses in my wake.
Don't blame me... I get scared easily, ok...
HAHAHAHA WELL THAT WAS SHIT... IT'S MIDNIGHT... OOPS... TIME TO PUBLISH
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HumorThe title. Warning: very cringy, not a good example of how to act or what to do- and please do not ever, ever try to replicate whatever dynamics or asdkjlf; is going on in the relationships featured This is just here to take tropes I've seen or ra...
