Lay back kids, for a story of terror that no one cares about.
So I was on my way to my local vending machine.. dreaming about one dollar pop tarts and 'Heath Choices' *Haahhha* when I heard the worse noise in the history of noises. I heard... people. *Le gasp* I immediately called off my pop tart mission, and planned to retreat back to my lovely nest of Winchesterness and laughing at Angels. When suddenly.. *Yes carbuncles this story's not done.* the people started walking toward my hiding place. So, hyperventilating, I played it cool and walked past them with a probably really embarrassing smile/terrified laugh. And than.. after the enemy known as being social had departed, I squared my shoulders and walked right up to that pop tart machine, with a determined look in my eye. But! Lo-and-Behold, a terrible sight awaited me upon my return. The poptarts were... *drum roll please* gone, and my sacrifice was for not. Conceding that I had to at least get some crisps and a drink, I withdrew my money and placed it in the machine of liquids flavoured for consumption. I grabbed my drink and preceded to stare grimly at the selection in that preposterous machine that had withheld my divine pastries. I could only afford a small bag of crisps, so I put my money in and waited as it said 'Error'. I then realised I HAD GRABBED AN AUSTRIAN COIN AND DANG IT. *Coughs* Yes, young children. I am an idiot, who possesses northern pastries nor common sense. And due to the fact I'm too lazy to go get another quarter.. I'll just have to stay hungry. *Stares Into the Distance* For now...
