One day I went for a walk,
I met a racoon who could talk.
We became friends...
And that's where it ends...
Cause the racoon stole my face.
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No, seriously, someone help me. I keep walking into walls and shit.
And you don't even wanna know how I've been eating these past few days.
It's just awful.
You try living without a face and see how it feels...
I'll tell you how it feels. It hurts... mostly my face, BUT ALSO MY SOUL!!!!
At least, it would, if I had one.
I sold it to Satan for a Big Mac.... with extra pickles.
Incase your wondering, McDonald's in Hell always gets your order wrong too.
YOU ARE READING
Your stupid to read this story (2012 Watty Awards)
HumorThere's no need for a description, the title says it all. I like cake. And cookies. But not celery. Celery's gross. Hahahaha, that wasn't supposed to show up in the description... Oh well.
