I have a very interesing story to tell, it happened on a day where i think it wouldve happened interestingly. I always thought it was a funny story, but i dont know, what do you think? Honestly, this story isnt even that weird, even if you might think so, its actually something that happens in my every day life... Anyways, my story that i going to be telling you is might be containing some sentivive elements, so be warned! trigger warnings being had, you have to stay alert, if you dont alert, it might bite you from the backalackagalock. anyways, i think we have the right to stay anonymous when explaining our sentives to other people, so that is why i am inforning everyone about hte potential dangers of spreading sentive invermation to others around the globe. I hope you understand that the dangers that will procced could lead to mental and emotional harm, i beg you, please advise, i cannot withstand another complication with someone who doesnt understand that the internet is a place for everybody, and that everybody should be welcome of eachotehr, without here a do, i will explain the rules of my bulletin: please be nice to everyone (everyone has different ideas and opinions so lets be nice!@) 2. dont as weird questions ( no ones likes when you ask weird questions and it creeps people out alot!) 3. hvae fun! (if you dont have fun, then dont spread your hate and misery onto others, its aw ay to stay respondible and posite. So, since i got that out of the way, lets begin the introduction: This story will be constaining elements from my life that have happened recently, i will be explaining it in the first person, i wont be telling like a \traditional literature book, because i prefer to explain it in my own, silly ,goofy, quaker way. PLease do not steal my story, oh wait, more rules, right. OKay so... rule number 4, dont steal my story!!! Its pretty mean to do that kind of think but i assume that none of you guys will do, i dont think this platform is popular enough for some meanos to grief my story comments!. okay. enough said. lets begin the story, Once apon a time, there was a person, its me, and once a pon a time, there was a person who lived in a house, thats me, in a house. And once apon a time, there was a person (me) who lived in a house (my house) and dropped their cat on a toaster (oh no). its okay, the cats okay, she didnt mean to drop herself. But, i wasnt, the toasters broken, oh no. What did i do? i got a new taoster, now i can make bagels... and speaking of which, why does the toaster have a "muffin" option... how do you toast a muffin??? please explain??? please.... okayt. that was my story, thank you for reading
VERY INSTERINTING STORY!!!
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