The story text is too short.
Retard.
I genuinely lost all inspiration. I don't think i can produce anything ever again.
"Why have I been listening to this song for 8 minutes i don't even like it" the police officer who just pulled me over thought i could anwser such a question, but instead i took his shirt off.
"ASSAULT ON A POLICE OFFICER CALL BACKUP" I yelled. He was not amused, and commited tax fraud. Afterwards we all drank tea and applauded Congo on having such a stable economy, while we were cooking our nails.
•beans and brussels sprouts without n's is beas ad brussels sprouts, which is hilarious and a little bit of latin. I think.•
The cock crew as if he had just lost his testicles. "Why are you this fat?"
As the wise Will Smith once said: "arms for your chairs are just chairs for your arms." Everytime my grandfather dies i hear these words, and i start dancing to life is a highway by Tom Cochrane. The hospital staff usually looks at me in disgust, but i know there is a little bit of jealousy because of my wonderful but tolerant dancemoves.
•I don't want to get political or anything but someone please eat my ass•
The story text is still too short but fuck y'all
YOU ARE READING
The Story I Wrote Because Someone Forced Me To And Threatened To Rape My Door
SpiritualI don't know how this works @QueenIcyChelsea help me I guess it's not really a story it's more like a combination of gibberish and hate towards vegetables The story cover is Michelangelo because he was a genius just like me.
