Burried and Still Screaming
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Last published Thu, May 25, 2017
For my Senior year prank some prissy bitches decided to lock me in a coffin and leave me in a grave yard. I was buried alive. I counted the seconds I had left. When I passed out it was 00:00. That's now my birthday.
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When I made a trip back to my hometown for the tomb-sweeping tradition, I unexpectedly stumbled upon a real heartthrob paying his respects at the wrong grave - my grandma's! He was earnestly kowtowing and offering incense like a pro. Not gonna lie, he had the kind of looks that could make flowers bloom in envy. And guess what? Turned out he was none other than my old high school math teacher's grandson! I vividly recalled my younger days when I once told his grandpa in a fit of annoyance, "I'll marry your grandson and make his life a rollercoaster - teasing him all day, pranking him, and driving him nuts!" But little did I know that this young lad would grow up to be drop-dead handsome! Who would've thought my outrageous joke would come back to haunt me like this, in the best possible way? Life's full of surprises, huh?
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