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.

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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.