The Time I Died But I Couldnt Remember, Until I Did But it Was Too Late Cuz I Was Dead
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About four years ago I died in a car accicdent. I couldnt remember anything. Only my name, my street address, my Social Security number, and all the lyrics to Karma Chameleon. I showed up for work the next day, my boss told me I was fired and that if I want to die I need to do it on my own time. This confused me, I didnt remember working at a flowere factory!1! For approximately three days I sat on a park bench looking at the stars that fill the sky that morning. How would I pay my bills if Im died, how would I get a job if I cant physically show up. I was having a mid-life crisis. I was the only twenty year old that had to live with the news of being dead. My car was completely totaled to I drove it to the nearest gas station and had the attendant clean the hyper realistic bugs, and crash fragments off of my car. Now that my car had been cleaned to new, it was time to find out what happened. I pulled a banana out of my back pocket, and called my best friend who was a retired genie. He said he could show me what happened, but with a steep price. If I wanted to know what happened I would have to make a porn with Slenderman. Finding Slenderman was a difficult task, so instead I found the most slender man I could find, Travis Barker. I beat his drum and he beat mine, the genie said it was a long shot but it just might work. After 10 seconds of an orgy between us, the real Slenderman appeared with hyper realistic tears in his completely void eyes. He said he was upset that I could replace him in Slender Cums 6 with some body as hideous as Travis Barker. I said Im not gay but it was either suck his cock or be dead and not know it, until I did know and it was too late. We embraced for a short while. I wiped Slenders tears, and let him blow his nose into my butt hole. After absorbing his snot into my anus I started to remember things. It was the middle of summer, in Las Vegas Nevada. I was traveling the highway on the hottest day of the year. The record high being 125 degrees Farenheit. I was cut off by Dale Earnhart and I hit a deep patch of snow. My car spun wildly and I crashed into the side of a cactus. My car instantly blew up, in hyper realistic flames. I was killed instantly.
Written by Laughing Jake
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