SUNNY

Joe haley

i'm so glad august is almost over worst month of my life 

my favorite vegetable is fortnite. every day fortnite is all i eat. the crunch of the stem is so satisfying when i eat fortnites. the sound is like a calming sleep song which rocks you to sleep and calms your nerves like a parent holding you in your infancy. i love fortnites in the morning, evening, and night. i wake up and all i think about is fortnite. when i grow my fortnites, when i ready them for eating at dinnertime, i pray to epic games for allowing me to have this delicious meal. fortnites are so delicious. from the sounds of the seven year old threatening me with a nerf gun, to the twenty eight year old saying he knows where i live, i love fortnites. i love fortnites big and small. i love fortnites mediocre and delicious. i love the smell it gives off, the delicious smell that entraps me and mentally prepares me to eat a twenty course meal of fortnite-related dishes. i love them so much, in fact, that i have began bringing some to lunch everyday. i share them with those who wsnt them, fresh grown, for only 15 dollars in microtransactions. so far people love it. they live my fresh fortnites. people come up to me and ask where i get my fortnites so perfect. i look at them smugly and say it's a family secret. in reality, i get them from the computers of avid gamers. after each ragequit and subsequent uninstall, i take the dumped fortnite and harvest the seeds. i then grow my perfect fortnites and resell the original which lacks seeds.
          
          If it wasn't obvious, that was completely satire. Fortnite is not a vegetable. Fortnite is a fatty, unhealthy food, such as the four-layer burrito you ate from Taco Bell last night. It radiates with toxicity like that nuclear waste barrel you see in some random cartoon you used to watch. Yet you're addicted. It's so great, yet so disgusting, you can't stop. I hate, but also love, every fortnite I come across. Thank you for listening.
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          good night everyone. i felt the need to make a silly post today.  

Uh, well first time being here in a while! I have been struggling with a lot of issues that are rooted in a problem that's too personal to talk about, so I guess I'll suffer. My birthday's passed recently, so one more year to be excited about I guess- I  haven't been writing recently, aside from my personal journal I've had no stories to write about due to my clouded brain. On the plus side at least I talked with my mom about it briefly- anyways, good luck everyone, and uh I'll be back eventually I guess? Bye!

sooo quirky 

Chapter 3 premieres in 35 minutes.
          The Mineshaft.

Tommy Blois's Journey: the tale of a stupid 8 year old midget with a jacket and a nome. How cool.
          
          (anways read if u want.)
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/262267612

Me during COVID test: 
          Me: Mom, am I going to die?
          Mom: no, shut tf up rn child. 
          Me: OKAY
          *It's a DOCTOR*
          Doctor: your son is dead in two weeks.
          Me: HAH MOM, I KNEW I WAS ROAD KILL IN TWO WEEKS.
          Doctor: *not real* Nevermind, he's fine.
          Me: *pulls out a gun*
          BANG
          Doctor: Sh__, I was wrong.
          Doctor: NO WITNESSES
          BANG 
          BANG
          BANG

Attention:
          New story on the way.
          Tommy Blois is eight years old, when he is kidnapped. No clue where he is, he must escape the strange place. Along the way, Tommy will encounter aome challenges. His friend is a nome, and they both must work together to escape. Will they do it, or will they be forced to stay here for all of eternity? Find out in Tommy Blois's Journey.

oops i broke the no swearing streak OOPS