The Sandwich

THIS IS FOR LITTLE GIRLS

On a night long ago, I went downstairs to get a midnight snack. To my horror there was all the ingredients were there. I started screaming, usually at least one ingredient was not there. I pounded my hand's on the floor, but screamed to the sky. "GOD ALMIGHTY HAVE MERCY ON THY SOUL," I knew it was the end. I took the gun out of my pocket that was conveniently placed there because the person who's writing this story's an asshole. I put it up to my head... and pulled the trigger. I'm recording this story from beyond. The actually great internet reception here. But whatever you do. BEWARE THE SANDWICH.