Awrite ladsz. Mah namez jamez. nd a like ducks. One day I was walking down this charming little road, on each side of the road were the houses i'd grew up with. The sight of these places brought a sudden wave of nostalgia over me, i'd grew up here, cajouling with the puppies in the long grass and firing lazors at gays. Now I wouldnt say i'd had the best childhood, as with many children it was fraught with tradgey and self discovery. When I was 12 I woke up to the screams of dead babys. Why I never found out but I suppose it is of no consequence. Recently I had came down with chronic constipation. Of course I went to Ryan the pharmasist and requested aid for my embarressing problem, instantly he had gave me just what I had needed, Stool Softener. It worked great, a little too great maybe as frequently I had watery fecal matter dripping down my heavily muscled thighs. Sighing I moved on out of the street that had so many memories for me. Now standing infront of the community center I felt the watery sensation in my rectum that I had came to acossiate with the oncoming of the fecal matter and soon enough my thigh was moist. I had this great idea, grabbing a puppy and some lazors I combined them by slowly squeezing them together. Not having the desired effect I got a new puppy and some masking tape, now I had a lazor firing puppy. Crumbling the stool softener into the puppys food it started shooting lazors and fecal matter everywhere. After the puppy had died a heros death, I to was dead, hit by a stray lazor I faded into the darkness.
Dear Maj, As much as you hate me... ..This has brought tears of joy with reflections of the beautiful daylight, to my coarse, unshaven face. tbh no..but I still like it. D:
