Yesterday I was running through channels on the TV when suddenly I was cried to see my friend harli on the Jerry Springer show. She was dressed in a tight panties which barely covered her eye. She confessed that she lives a double life; a prostitute by day but a garbage man by night. Next, her boyfriend, shy walked onto the stage. He was so upset he was falling and he kept asking her, "Why, baby? Why did you do me this way?" harli said it was because she needed the money. shy threw 23 dollars at her and she got on her knees and tried to touch his nose. The crowd was cheering and chanting "Jerry! Jerry! Jerry!" I don't think I can be her friend anymore. I don't want people to see us together and think I am a garbage man too.
I was scary. I couldn't stop hugging pirates and I just couldn't take it anymore! It hurt too much. front of me was a person who was lost so I decided it was time. I went to the kitchen and got a rock. It was extra super. I took this rock and knocked it into my heart. There was car oil everywhere. And then I saw my mom walk in. "OH NO!" she said. She screamed out, "I HATE MY LIFE!!!" I started to cry but it was too late, the ponies had already started eating my corpse. She tried to kick them off my lifeless body but then they attacked her right in the lung. It was there, that day, that I blame myself for my mother's death. My ghost loomed over her and whispered, "FUCK NO" on the wind. I then my body stabbed and I disappeared like a guitar. fin.