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high guys my name is Snarglepoffin lazercoffingravestone (I was named after my grandma, who died before I was born. we were close :(). my name translates to 'beautiful graceful wonderful American eagle-ass'. I feel honored to carry it.
anyways, enough about me and more about also me. I am in freshman year of berry high school in Miami Florida it's so cold like today it was freezing. it even dropped below 80!!!!!
I got out of my really fancy sports car my author googled and copy and pasted because my parents are loaded but there always gone my depression is so bad.
money didn't gain me any popularity at all because I'm not a rich bitch. I walked the hallways in my ugly $8000 dollar clothes sigh I hate school. this guy named Brandon shoved me into a locker.
"ow" I said, popping the p. Brandon has been bullying me for years. I had never noticed how hot he was until he got really close to me face as he beat the shit out of me. after he was done, he helped me up.
"I'm so sorry," he said. "my friends made me do it. I actually love you do you want to ditch school and have a picnic in the conveniently placed park?"
"but Brandon it's wintar!!!" I giggled as he began eating my arm hair.
"stfu Snarglepoffin no one cares about your actual views," he said lovingly.
"okay," I giggled, popping the p.
he took me to the conveniently placed park where the picnic was already set up because who cares about logic. we stared up at the sky, counting the stars.
one. there was one star. it was the sun. we were looking up at the sky in the middle of the day. I think I have gone blind.
"Brandon I love you," I blurted, swallowing a nearby grasshopper I found nearby.
"I love you too." and then he was inside of me. we fucked on the picnic blanket, ignoring the horrified stares of other people in a public area.
his dick was the size of the Empire State Building. I could see so many people inside.
after I came for 56 minutes straight, we got into his car and began driving home. "Snarglepoffin I can't see!" he screamed. he ran into another car. I was unharmed because the story needs to be told from someone's point of view. Brandon had his leg broken, therefore causing amnesia. he was in a coma for 87 years.
I held his hand. "Brandon I love you wake up I promise Jared meant nothing to me" I sobbed, popping the p sadly.
he opened his eyes. "who the fuck is Jared," he whispered.
"he was my ex," I sobbed.
"who are you," he screamed.
"I'm Snarglepoffin!" I replied.
"what the fuck kind of name is Snarglepoffin?" he said.
"we had a picnic," I reminded him.
"oh yeah I remember you," he said with a smile on his nipples.
then we got married and had 4738933 kids.

the end