A/N. So, this part is gonna be about James and Thomas so that's nice ok hope you like
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As usual, James was sleeping in the closet. He and his friend Thomas shared a house because James was broke from those stupid college funds. Apparently education was necessary for America or something. Anyway, under the pile of hoodies, James couldn't hear the closet door open so the only way he would wake up was with a-
"COME OUT OF THE CLOSET ALREADY" with a bang on the door. Thomas was... that guy. You know, that one. The guy who would walk another mile to get around a fence instead of just jumping over it. So, as a natural response, James woke up and yelled back
"I'VE ALREADY TOLD YOU. I'M GAY."
He rose from the hoodies and stumbled from the closet. As usual, he sat on the couch and started to die. The weekend was the worst. 2 whole days around Thomas Jefferson. e w. Like, who would like rich people? They just make you feel bad. When the 3.48 minutes of dying had finished, James got up and made mac & cheese.
Once he was done, he made a beeline for his bedroom, making sure Thomas didn't see the bowl in his hand. Thomas stole his mac & cheese the last 6 times. ... That guy. Anyway, the mac & cheese was horrible because college budgets. The rats are better friends than Thomas. The imaginary rats that don't exist because Thomas is too rich for that shit.
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Dang it, Martha. (Hamilton shitpost)
HumorDANG IT, MARTHA. YOU KEEP LETTING IN THOSE DAMN GHOST CHILDREN. AND THE PIZZA MAN HAS BEEN STANDING OUTSIDE FOR AN HOUR NOW. I'M HUNGRY, MARTHA. M Y G O D .
