CHU FILTHY LIARS

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i DID THIS TO :iconsilent-fireblast: SO NOW HAHA PASSIN IT ONNNN

my sad sad green journal ;A;


Comment on my journal and describe how you met me.

But LIE. Lie about everything.

Just make it up. Then after you comment, put this on your journal so that I can say how I met you.
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I had two jobs at the time. One at the movie theater, and the other at a pumpkin patch that sold baby chupacabras. You rode in the movie theater on a horse and I thought one thing; She uses Old Spice. Jealous, I handed you your popcorn with a stern face. You stared at me in confusion and backed away to your movie slowly, making sure I didn't rape any little kids like in that kids show, "Dora the Explorer". A couple hours passed, and I went to go clean the theater you were in. I realized your manry when you passed by me. I was in love. Later that day, I headed over to the Pumpkin Patch for my second shift. I saw you again. You eyed the baby chupacabra's skeptically, seeing if they were grade A material for your onion soup. I strolled over to you, feeling fancy in my work clothes. Which was a tuxedo with clown shoes. I asked if you needed help with anything and you shook your head. We looked over to see a blond Swiss boy with a gun. He began his "gun smex" and the two of us just stared. A whole flippin' 10 minutes passed. FLIPPIN'. TEN. MINUTES. Staring at that Swiss guy. We looked back at each other. You picked up your new chupacabra in silence. I asked to see if you wanted to grab some dinner. And you agreed, we had some super fancy PASTAAAAAAAAAAA that night. We spent our dinner date talking about politics. But, decided that was boring and we moved onto the topic of dancing manry tomatoes. When our date came to a close, I drove you back to your house. Sad, I led you up to the door. You told me that our relationship could not last, but we could still be friends. I cried like a little baby but then ate some corn and felt better when you said I could spend the night. This all happened on your porch. We became the best of friends that night. We partied it up like stupid frat boys, even though we weren't in college or frat boys...We pulled an all nighter and had a cheeto eating contest. The next day we went to the beach and attended a rave with the local sharks. All decked out in neon, we skipped off into the sunset that day, and everyone stared in jealously.
Thus, began our friendship.
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