"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're a fag. 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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Hi. How was your day? Mine was utter shit. I woke up this morning drenched in piss... That's right, I am not afraid to admit it, I am a bed wetter. Be judgmental all you want, I gave up giving a shit a long time ago.
Anyways, I ate some breakfast, fed my cat Adolf Hitler, and went on my usual morning commute, working as a trash man. It's a dull job, exactly 93.4527% of the time. I'm also a genius mathematician who has been kicked out of every university I've lectured at because I stole chalk from the classrooms. Fucking little shits ratted me out every time. I grew up loving the Toy Story franchise, still owning my original Buzz and Woody toys to this very day. Anyway, enough about me.
I happen to stop by Pixar Animation Studios on my usual route, but nothing interesting has come from their dumps until today when I stumbled across a certain VHS tape at the bottom of their dumpster. "THE NEW TOY, 1992" was scribbled in black sharpie with the words "PLEASE DESTROY -JL :)" under it scrawled in silver sharpie. "JL" standing for director of Toy Story, John Lasseter. Under that was "P.S. WE NEED MORE SHARPIES" written in black crayon. "Did I just come across an early version of Toy Story?" I muttered to myself. I got a massive boner from this amazing find, hiding the tape in my coat pocket along with my large and hard woody.
After weeks of unexplained murders, the ominous unknown killer is still on the rise. After little evidence has been found, a young boy states that he survived one of the killer's attacks and bravely tells his story.
"I had a bad dream and I woke up in the middle of the night," says the boy, "I saw that for some reason the window was open, even though I remember it being closed before I went to bed. I got up and shut it once more. Afterwards, I simply crawled under my covers and tried to get back to sleep. That's when I had a strange feeling, like someone was watching me. I looked up, and nearly jumped out of my bed. There, in the little ray of light, illuminating from between my curtains, were a pair of two eyes. These weren't regular eyes; they were dark, ominous eyes. They were bordered in black and... just plain out terrified me. That's when I saw his mouth. A long, horrendous smile that made every hair on my body stand up. The figure stood there, watching me. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he said it. A simple phrase, but said in a way only a mad man could speak.
"He said, 'Go To Sleep.' I let out a scream, that's what sent him at me. He pulled up a knife; aiming at my heart. He jumped on top of my bed. I fought him back; I kicked, I punched, I rolled around, trying to knock him off me. That's when my dad busted in. The man threw the knife, it went into my dad's shoulder. The man probably would've finished him off, if one of the neighbors hadn't alerted the police.