"I see trolls online, bitchy mods too.Have no sense of grammar, and will piss you off too. And I type to myself... What a wonderful troll. I see low sense of humour, low self esteem, Try to pirate games, right off of Steam. And I type to myself... What a wonderful troll. Talk about about double rainbows, they'll assume you are gay. Type right out, wanna make you cry. I see mods banning them left and right, And trolls wanna scream in their ear and say "Fuck you" They hear 10 year olds cryin', that's what they assume, Go on Trollpasta, and make fun of you. And I type to myself... They'll make fun of that too. Ya, I type to myself troll, Fuck You. ~ Loltroll466 left the chat. ~ Oh yeah."
Song by: SpicyHandofMarriage
Originally by: Louis Armstrong
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I don’t hide the fact that I hate Christmas. Call me a proverbial Scrooge, insult me to no end, but every year I feel a dread greater than anyone who hates the holiday season could ever claim.
If you know me personally, you’d assume it’s because of my younger brother’s disappearance, and you’d be right for the most part. It happened one Christmas morning when by all rights, the two of us should have been sitting by our tree opening presents and making treasured childhood memories. Instead I was treated with a day of police frantically searching our house and neighborhood while questioning my distraught parents.
They questioned me too of course, but as a ten year old girl I didn’t have much to say. I told them that he and I had gone to bed, excited for what the next day had in store for us, and that was the last I saw of him. He just never came down to open his gifts, and that’s when my mother discovered his room was empty.