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"That's where you're wrong, bucko!" I said, wearing a ten-gallon hat. The judge was in shock. You could see the sweat dripping down from his scratchy and old-looking wig. Which was fake. He uttered a single sentence. |
"That's where you're wrong, bucko!" I said, wearing a ten-gallon hat. The judge was in shock. You could see the sweat dripping down from his scratchy and old-looking wig. Which was fake. He uttered a single sentence. |
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"Oh dear..." With that sentence uttered, I spun my barrel, as I put my bullets in. Yeah. I. Did. That. Shit. Up. As the cool kids say? Am I cool yet? I spun the barrel. I aimed for the judge's head. I slowly raised my gun. To the rim of his crusty forehead. I stood up and I took the gun, as I pressed it gently against his thick skull. The gun clicked. Then, I pulled the trigger. I shot through his head. Blood went everywhere. It was super gross! The audience seemed to love it. Even Saul Goodman clapped. He gave me a nobel prize. He said something. |
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"You better call me!" I fainted. Yeah. I woke up. On the floor. Saul was looking over me. The judge was being arrested for pretending to be a judge. Ha. Loser! Am I right? I then went to a Amazon warehouse. I delivered at least 3 packages before I made the working conditions even worse. With cum and piss and a whole lot of blood, I managed to make Elon Musk sad. |
"You better call me!" I fainted. Yeah. I woke up. On the floor. Saul was looking over me. The judge was being arrested for pretending to be a judge. Ha. Loser! Am I right? I then went to a Amazon warehouse. I delivered at least 3 packages before I made the working conditions even worse. With cum and piss and a whole lot of blood, I managed to make Elon Musk sad. |
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So, yeah. That was my true tale of pure horror. I'm not just normal. I'm the opposite. I wish I wasn't like this. People kept on saying that I was next. They all want me. They. Want. To. Kill. Me. And. My. Family! Uh oh! I should've died. But, I can't. It's too cold. |
So, yeah. That was my true tale of pure horror. I'm not just normal. I'm the opposite. I wish I wasn't like this. People kept on saying that I was next. They all want me. They. Want. To. Kill. Me. And. My. Family! Uh oh! I should've died. But, I can't. It's too cold. |
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Living without a face is a hard life. Also, one more thing. Never trust white vans and never trust me because I'm a faceless guy who will kill you in 2 months time. See you |
Living without a face is a hard life. Also, one more thing. Never trust white vans and never trust me because I'm a faceless guy who will kill you in 2 months time. See you soon... |
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