the only way i could see the picture was by looking in a window of a mirror in a dark place with the sun and seeing a picture that looked exactly the way you were thinking about the sun in your head when it came up on your phone or in the window and it looked so different than the sun and it looked different in your eye but i was like oh no what happened i didnβt know that you had to see the moon and it looked the moon in my eye i thought you had to be there and then it was like oh wow what did i missed that i thought it looked different then what did you think it looked different than what i was seeing and then it was the same as what i thought
the only way i could see the picture was by looking in a window of a mirror in a dark place with the sun and seeing a picture that looked exactly the way you were thinking about the sun in your head when it came up on your phone or in the window and it looked so different than the sun and it looked different in your eye but i was like oh no what happened i didnβt know that you had to see the moon and it looked the moon in my eye i thought you had to be there and then it was like oh wow what did i missed that i thought it looked different then what did you think it looked different than what i was seeing and then it was the same as what i thought
the only way i could see the picture was by looking in a window of a mirror in a dark place with the sun and seeing a picture that looked exactly the way you were thinking about the sun in your head when it came up on your phone or in the window and it looked so different than the sun and it looked different in your eye but i was like oh no what happened i didnβt know that you had to see the moon and it looked the moon in my eye i thought you had to be there and then it was like oh wow what did i missed that i thought it looked different then what did you think it looked different than what i was seeing and then it was the same as what i thought
Once upon a time, in the vast realm of the internet, there existed a website known as WorstJokesEver. Among the many users, Amy stood out as someone who had a peculiar sense of humor, finding amusement in dark jokes that most people would shy away from. It was on WorstJokesEver that she stumbled upon a user named DonutDrawzz, known for their ruthless and often controversial humor.
Amy had always been tolerant and open-minded, taking jokes in stride and never allowing herself to be easily offended. However, one fateful day, DonutDrawzz posted a joke that crossed the line for her, targeting Indians and their culture in a derogatory manner. She couldn't help but feel personally attacked, finding it a cruel and unnecessary dig at a particular ethnicity.
Driven by outrage, Amy stubbornly decided to take matters into her own hands. Intrigued by the anonymity the internet offered, she made it her mission to discover DonutDrawzz's identity. Through countless hours of research, she pieced together fragments of information and managed to uncover something she believed to be Donut's address.
Blinded by anger and a desire to confront her digital nemesis, Amy embarked on a reckless journey to DonutDrawzz's home. With nerves tingling and adrenaline pumping, she managed to find herself standing silently at Donut's front door. Swallowing her fears, Amy entered the house, confident in her mission to make Donut understand the consequences of their hurtful words.
Quietly, she slipped into the closest closet, finding solace in the shadows. She knew it was risky, but her mission felt justified in the intensity of her anger. Time seemed to stretch endlessly as she waited patiently for the right moment to reveal her presence. However, unbeknownst to Amy, she had underestimated the true nature of DonutDrawzz.
Inside Donut's room, hidden among various eccentricities, a small canister sat inconspicuously. It was a mustard gas grenade, a dangerous relic from the past that Donut had acquired during her darker days. Oblivious to Amy's presence, Donut reached for the grenade and hurled it directly into the closet where Amy lay hidden.
As the gas seeped out and filled the confined space, Amy was caught off guard, choking on the toxic fumes. Panic ensued, and she desperately clawed at her throat, struggling to breathe. The agonizing pain inflicted upon her body by the mustard gas was indescribable, her skin erupting in blisters and burns.
Moments later, Donut was struck by a pang of remorse. Realizing the gravity of her actions, she rushed toward the closet, heart pounding in her chest. With trembling hands, she swung open the door, only to be met with a sight that would haunt her for the rest of her days.
Amy's lifeless body lay before her, ravaged by the mustard gas. Tears streamed down amy's face as she lay mangled on the floor. Donut was consumed by grief and guilt, but she also found Amy's expression funny.. The consequences of her insanity had become painfully evident, as the life she held no value to was now gone forever, and all Donut could do was laugh and laugh. Donut began eating Amy's body, limb by limb, bone by bone, calling it a "hot dog".
And so that concludes the story of the horrifying clash between two WJE members.
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the only way i could see the picture was by looking in a window of a mirror in a dark place with the sun and seeing a picture that looked exactly the way you were thinking about the sun in your head when it came up on your phone or in the window and it looked so different than the sun and it looked different in your eye but i was like oh no what happened i didnβt know that you had to see the moon and it looked the moon in my eye i thought you had to be there and then it was like oh wow what did i missed that i thought it looked different then what did you think it looked different than what i was seeing and then it was the same as what i thought
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Once upon a time, in the vast realm of the internet, there existed a website known as WorstJokesEver. Among the many users, Amy stood out as someone who had a peculiar sense of humor, finding amusement in dark jokes that most people would shy away from. It was on WorstJokesEver that she stumbled upon a user named DonutDrawzz, known for their ruthless and often controversial humor.
Amy had always been tolerant and open-minded, taking jokes in stride and never allowing herself to be easily offended. However, one fateful day, DonutDrawzz posted a joke that crossed the line for her, targeting Indians and their culture in a derogatory manner. She couldn't help but feel personally attacked, finding it a cruel and unnecessary dig at a particular ethnicity.
Driven by outrage, Amy stubbornly decided to take matters into her own hands. Intrigued by the anonymity the internet offered, she made it her mission to discover DonutDrawzz's identity. Through countless hours of research, she pieced together fragments of information and managed to uncover something she believed to be Donut's address.
Blinded by anger and a desire to confront her digital nemesis, Amy embarked on a reckless journey to DonutDrawzz's home. With nerves tingling and adrenaline pumping, she managed to find herself standing silently at Donut's front door. Swallowing her fears, Amy entered the house, confident in her mission to make Donut understand the consequences of their hurtful words.
Quietly, she slipped into the closest closet, finding solace in the shadows. She knew it was risky, but her mission felt justified in the intensity of her anger. Time seemed to stretch endlessly as she waited patiently for the right moment to reveal her presence. However, unbeknownst to Amy, she had underestimated the true nature of DonutDrawzz.
Inside Donut's room, hidden among various eccentricities, a small canister sat inconspicuously. It was a mustard gas grenade, a dangerous relic from the past that Donut had acquired during her darker days. Oblivious to Amy's presence, Donut reached for the grenade and hurled it directly into the closet where Amy lay hidden.
As the gas seeped out and filled the confined space, Amy was caught off guard, choking on the toxic fumes. Panic ensued, and she desperately clawed at her throat, struggling to breathe. The agonizing pain inflicted upon her body by the mustard gas was indescribable, her skin erupting in blisters and burns.
Moments later, Donut was struck by a pang of remorse. Realizing the gravity of her actions, she rushed toward the closet, heart pounding in her chest. With trembling hands, she swung open the door, only to be met with a sight that would haunt her for the rest of her days.
Amy's lifeless body lay before her, ravaged by the mustard gas. Tears streamed down amy's face as she lay mangled on the floor. Donut was consumed by grief and guilt, but she also found Amy's expression funny.. The consequences of her insanity had become painfully evident, as the life she held no value to was now gone forever, and all Donut could do was laugh and laugh. Donut began eating Amy's body, limb by limb, bone by bone, calling it a "hot dog".
And so that concludes the story of the horrifying clash between two WJE members.
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