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High school wasn't very good at all for me, you see. This is when that happened and it was about 6 years ago when I graduated. I was in one of those facilities down in the South until my junior year, where I was forced to migrate elsewhere. In my old school, I was considered a creepy pig who was better left outside. I had no friends and I tried to hang myself once, but I didn't go through with it. All I did back then was sit on my toosh and play videogames on my XP computer. I was addicted to that machine. I loved Borld Bof Borecraft the second best.
 
The year after, in my new school, I got it together a little more. I found some better games, sure, but I also got a job at the garage. Oh, also, everybody loved me. I didn't even have to smoke that much to get in with the cool kids either. I only did it a little bit, on special occassionsoccasions. Take for instance that day where that bitch drunkenly tried to sexually assault me. That was unique. But I'm getting ahead of myself. So it started off pretty mild as far as social involvement went, but it accelerated. I'm being completely honest here.
 
I got in with this kid named Casey on the first day of school. He was the critical bridge between me and the other kids. I hung 'round him and the others in the cafeteria. Casey pointed to literally everybody in the room, all 250 or so, and told me their names and what clique they belonged to. He wouldn't let me stop him either. He got aggressive when I tried to stop him. I don't know what that was about.
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There was also some fat kid who went from 0 to 100 when he got worried about communisms. He cornered me in the locker room when he was dressed in a suit and tie to interrogate me, on one occasion. Everyone called him McCarthy. He was nicer than they said, but that was because I was a dorky bitch who couldn't defend myself. I cooperated with the investigation, allowing him to be as thorough as he wanted. I gotta give it to him, he was pretty thorough.
 
There were some interesting rumoursrumors about him to. People were saying he was the "One," whatever that meant. I sent out on my own quest to figure it out. Turns out, he apparently introduced the occult to the school, and nobody knew who was in it. Some waves of hysteria had apparently flooded into the school and he was elected as the chief of the "Anti-Occult League." The students elected McCarthy because he was chief of a similar organization called the "Council of Killing Communists." Although he was later found to have been a member of the occult himself, and suspended for month, the same hasn't been said about his economic philosophy beliefs. Everyone just shuts up about him now under administrative directive.
 
He also started killing people with his cell phone. I have no idea how he managed to do that, until that fateful night where everything changed. Mary and I were "sleeping together" because that's what intimate people do, when her phone vibrated.
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Anyhow, you know how it ended. I shoved my cell phone so far up her birth canal that a whole new kind of naturally lubricating fluid came out. I s'ppose the medical staff can figure out what to call that cause of death, since I doubt it's happened just like that before. At any rate, I got that damn jap before they could bamboozle me any longer. Justice for pearl harbor, at last.
 
That's about it. That is the official testimony I wish to submit and why I plead innocent. Just some last remarks to relate to my moral claim. I seem to have accidentally picked up some of the traits of my classmates in school. I'm chunky as fuck, contracted aspergersAsperger's syndrome (which makes me severely detail-oriented), and I'm really into anime now. Those occult fuckers really rubbed off on me. How the hell did it take you retarded feds so long to catch up to me?
 
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