Diary of a Flappy Bird | ✔️

Two

Two

I was walking my dog balloon in the air when I bumped into a cloud. The cloud was pink and smelt like cheese mixed with my fart (which usually smells like eggs, yum).

The dumb cloud distracted me, making me lose my damn focus. Last time I died some stupid thing came up and all of a sudden I got resurrected.

Now I'm back alive, and whizzing my way through the sky, singing: "I'm a flappy bird in a super Mario world, now im dead and will never come back". But then this stupid pink dumb idiot cloud pushed me, making my concentrated face turn into a constipated face.

I lost focus. And I bashed my head in the freaking green pipe again. How many flapping pipes are there? For goodness sake. Who needs that many pipes? Weirdos, that's who.

My wings are made for flying, and flying I shall not. Because those damn pipes try to make me have a flapping concussion.

And then I was flying downwards, and throughout that time apparently my wings stopped working and I had lost my pet dog balloon.

My head hit the ground (like usual), and I fell into a deep, deep sleep.

(Basically I died.)