Big Chungus barged through the door and threw himself on top of me. It was the last time we saw each other. I crawled around the inside of the room, opened the door, and came out. I looked up at him with a perplexed look, and asked, "How long have you been here?" He answered, " Two days. I hope you understand." He then opened his phone and answered, "Hi, I am Big Chungus ." I looked up at him again, then looked down at my hand. He looked me in the eyes, and said, "Do you think you have learned anything?" I looked at him in disbelief , and said, "No … no. It has just been a couple of days. It is just a dream."

He then left the room. The next day I woke up feeling extremely sad. I knew I would not be able to cope with this situation. When I looked at my own hand again, my heart started pounding. It felt like I would fall into a deep sleep for a very long time, and then suddenly stopped. I knew that I must be in a terrible dream, and that I must have crawled out a few times. I was scared to come out again, and then I realized it was no more than a dream. I had had a very frightening dream, the feeling of being naked and having a hole in my hand. I looked back and saw that it was the first time I had ever felt that I had ever felt that I had ever wanted to go back to sleep . Then the next day I realized that I was in another dream and I must have crawled out a few times again. The End.

My Nana is still a looker, even at eighty. Whenever I bathe her in the driveway, I'm always impressed by her sinewy physique. I'll be like "Nana you're ripped bro" and she'll be like "nothing but clean living and good genes" then I'll be like "clean living? You ain't been sober an entire day since Nixon was still on the teet" and she'll be like "you'd drink too if you had such a ♥♥♥♥♥♥ family" and I'll be like "maybe if you didn't have so much side wang pop-pop wouldn't have moved to Reno" and she'll be like "he moved to Reno because Schenectady was getting overrun with Mexicans" and I'll be like "Nana that's racist" then she'll say "then why don't you move there." This goes on until I'm done hosing her off, at which point I take her back inside, but her in front of a TV playing Diagnosis: Murder reruns, and give her a box of wine with a straw. Old people need the routine.

Hello, I noticed you have a profile picture of a very beautiful (but also

intelligent looking!) female, and I am under the presumption that this

goddess is you? It is quite astonishing to see a female here in the Pakistan

Official discord. I am quite popular around here in this server, so if you

require guidance, please throw me a mention. I will assist you at any hour,

day or night.

And, before you are mistaken, I do not seek your hand in a

romantic way; although I am not opposed in the event you are interested in

me, as many women often are. I am a man of standard, and I do not bow to

just any female that comes my way, unlike my peers... So rest assured that I

will not be in the way of your gaming and socializing experience. Consider

me a Player 2.. a companion, a partner, and perhaps we can enjoy some

video games together some time. I see you play mini games? I am a

mini-game aficionado, so I would be happy to assist you in games.

Platonically of course, unless you (like many others) change your mind on

that. I look forward to our future together (as friends of course.)

He appeared on the world from a falling star. He was birthed in the flames of it landing here on earth. TO be in his presence is to be standing over an active volcano. To hear him speak is like listening to the rumbling of thunder. Do not stand in his way. Do not piss him off.