day three at 12:21pm
it's day three. this is the third day i have thought about my booger blog. i never thought i would come this far to be completely honest. sometimes i wonder, does anyone actually read these? or am i just being a fool in front of nobody... i will never know. but just incase i will assume people are too busy laughing their dicks off and that they are so out of breath they scream like an emu and cant like my blog post or leave a comment. now don't get me wrong, i don't really care if no one reads these because honestly i just told you. do i need to say it again? okay i will so literally exactly what i say was i don't really care so yeah but when i say really, i actually mean i don't care at all. i just wanted to say really because it makes the blog entry have one more word, and that word has... let me count... 123456 really... it has six letters in it. so that means i just wrote another word, on TOP of all this shit i am saying right now so i can have more booger blog words on my blog of words boogers blog.
next paragraph thingy. okay so the whole point of these blogs are for me to just type away at my keyboard and see how long i can go without stopping. when i say that i mean like i can take a breather and stop hurting my damn fucking fingers because they are slapping the ever living FUCK out of these buttons but what i really mean is that i just want to see how long i can go without thinking about the next thing i write. sorta like freestyling. you know how they just say word after word without even thinking about it!? yeah i know right crazy. oh wait someone's at the door. oh look it's howar- HOWARD!? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOIN HERE HOWARD I THOUGHT YOU DIED OMG!!!!!!!!!!! COME HERE GIMME A HUG!
so... there i was, giving my servant howard a hug... but he takes out a pen, grasps it like he is about to stab me! i catch him mid-crime and i call him out for it! HOWARD WHAT ARE YOU DOING! i say. he mumbles, oyster hijacked my train... and i just sat there, as he STABBED me with a ballpoint pen. me trying to decode what he just said takes a lot of brain power, but i figured it out. so while he was stabbing my arm repeatedly i say out loud, look at my arm... that's what you said! so what i do is i look at howard's arm. fuck man howard like just slaps my thigh and i look at MY arm and guess what it says?
it says barf. yeah that's it. literally, he just fucking molested my arm with a pen to write barf on it.
i look at howard in the eyes. and i start to tear up...
then he left lol.
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