CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
HAAHAHAHAA
BEt y?OU THOUGHT THING OF THEY DIE WAS DEAd
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ITS I'T NOT
NOW ITs' LYING ON THE COLD HARD GROUND
TROUBLe
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TREOUBLE
RRRRRRRRRRRR!
umm
yeah
I promised thing+500 this year
so that means I have to write 72 in the year/
umm
i may have overstimated my thingoftheday writing poewrs
because really ic ould do other things
like wrestie a story
or look at pictures of famous girls
or wank
(those last two are NOT connected)
((they are really))
gfjjasgf
fUSMabigalt
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MAGDa
gfdj
anywya
I havfe no identity of my own
but you know who does?
it's Charles Horse!
and he's got a waifu now!
not really
charles horse would never do that
_______________________________
He recognised the Taylor Swift song as he stepped out into the world. Trouble!
He walked through the city as the people sang and drunk.
No one was looking at him.
No one!
They were all too happy and drunk and having a great time.
This was great.
He'd finally found the day of the year when he could go out.
New Year's Eve.
And he wasn't even drunk so he had an advantage over the rest of them!
Maybe a girl would kiss him.
But would it be righ to kiss a drunk girl if he wasn't drunk?
Yeah, probably.
Fireworks were a bit loud.
And it wasn't 12 yet.
Why set off fireworks early?
Still...
He kept walking.
Drunk girls in short skirts.
He shouldn't stare.
Someone threw something on the ground.
He bent down to look at it.
Oh it was just an empty can.
When he looked up the girls were looking at him.
They'd though he'd been looking up their skirts.
"No, just the can!" he said. "And I don't mean it like the Americans use can to mean bum!" he added.
They just laughed and splashed alcohol on him.
He walked away.
He kept walking.
He felt red.
He felt hot.
He felt like Charles Horse.
Fuck.
Was his night ruined?
He was down an alley.
He should go back.
There were two men kissing.
He walked right by them and didn't even look much.
He kept walking a lot.
And now there were two men fighting.
"You should kiss!" he said as a joke. But of course they hadn't seen the other two men and didn't get the reference.
"What you saying, eh!" said one.
"Fucking want chibbed do ya?" said the other. It was amazing how suggesting homosexuality to them had united them against him.
"I was..context!" he said.
"Fucking think you're clever ya bampot?"
"It's nearly midnight!" said Horse.
"First kicking of you New Year!" They chased him. He ran. He ran and ran. He ran right into the two men kissing.
"Help me!" he said.
"Hold him!" said one of the fighting men. "He fucking called us gay!"
And the kissing men held Charles Horse.
This made no fucking sense, Charles though.
This hurts, he thought, as he was punched in the side of the head and kicked in the ribs.
More fireworks.
They left him.
One of the gays helped him up and apologised.
"Can I have a kiss," said Charles Horse.
"Fuck off," said the gay, and pushed him back onto the ground.
"NOW I'M LYING ON THE COLD HARD GROUND!" said Charles.
Happy New Year!
____________________________
a happy ending?
or a HORSEY ENDING!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!
BEt y?OU THOUGHT THING OF THEY DIE WAS DEAd
dfaDGhjkaig
ITS I'T NOT
NOW ITs' LYING ON THE COLD HARD GROUND
TROUBLe
gf
ds
d
gf TROUBLE
TREOUBLE
RRRRRRRRRRRR!
umm
yeah
I promised thing+500 this year
so that means I have to write 72 in the year/
umm
i may have overstimated my thingoftheday writing poewrs
because really ic ould do other things
like wrestie a story
or look at pictures of famous girls
or wank
(those last two are NOT connected)
((they are really))
gfjjasgf
fUSMabigalt
fg
f
MAGDa
gfdj
anywya
I havfe no identity of my own
but you know who does?
it's Charles Horse!
and he's got a waifu now!
not really
charles horse would never do that
_______________________________
He recognised the Taylor Swift song as he stepped out into the world. Trouble!
He walked through the city as the people sang and drunk.
No one was looking at him.
No one!
They were all too happy and drunk and having a great time.
This was great.
He'd finally found the day of the year when he could go out.
New Year's Eve.
And he wasn't even drunk so he had an advantage over the rest of them!
Maybe a girl would kiss him.
But would it be righ to kiss a drunk girl if he wasn't drunk?
Yeah, probably.
Fireworks were a bit loud.
And it wasn't 12 yet.
Why set off fireworks early?
Still...
He kept walking.
Drunk girls in short skirts.
He shouldn't stare.
Someone threw something on the ground.
He bent down to look at it.
Oh it was just an empty can.
When he looked up the girls were looking at him.
They'd though he'd been looking up their skirts.
"No, just the can!" he said. "And I don't mean it like the Americans use can to mean bum!" he added.
They just laughed and splashed alcohol on him.
He walked away.
He kept walking.
He felt red.
He felt hot.
He felt like Charles Horse.
Fuck.
Was his night ruined?
He was down an alley.
He should go back.
There were two men kissing.
He walked right by them and didn't even look much.
He kept walking a lot.
And now there were two men fighting.
"You should kiss!" he said as a joke. But of course they hadn't seen the other two men and didn't get the reference.
"What you saying, eh!" said one.
"Fucking want chibbed do ya?" said the other. It was amazing how suggesting homosexuality to them had united them against him.
"I was..context!" he said.
"Fucking think you're clever ya bampot?"
"It's nearly midnight!" said Horse.
"First kicking of you New Year!" They chased him. He ran. He ran and ran. He ran right into the two men kissing.
"Help me!" he said.
"Hold him!" said one of the fighting men. "He fucking called us gay!"
And the kissing men held Charles Horse.
This made no fucking sense, Charles though.
This hurts, he thought, as he was punched in the side of the head and kicked in the ribs.
More fireworks.
They left him.
One of the gays helped him up and apologised.
"Can I have a kiss," said Charles Horse.
"Fuck off," said the gay, and pushed him back onto the ground.
"NOW I'M LYING ON THE COLD HARD GROUND!" said Charles.
Happy New Year!
____________________________
a happy ending?
or a HORSEY ENDING!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!
