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- TheSandbaggingWolf
ive been crying in my room for 2 hours now. I was making some salad dressing in the kitchen with my pet hamster manny (I let him roam around). My sister and her friends were also in there doing something. I spilled a bottle of vinegar, so I left to get a towel and when i came back manny was drinking it. I didnt think anything of it so I let him help me clean it up. all of the sudden manny starts acting really weird. hes normally very full of energy but he was just sitting still. Everyone gathered around him to try to figure out what was wrong. suddenly we hear a fizzling noise coming from inside manny and he started expanding. he let out a final squeak and bursted. bubbles and blood went everywhere. my sister and her friends started screaming and crying. I ran and got my dad and he cleaned it up. we looked in the pantry and apparently manny got into the baking soda and ate abunch of it. I think im traumatized now
I don’t know why but I just enjoy doing this. Maybe it’s my way of dealing with stress or something but I just do it about once every week. Generally I’ll carry around a sack and creep around in a sort of crouch-walking position making goblin noises, then I’ll walk around my house and pick up various different “trinkets” and put them in my bag while saying stuff like “I’ll be having that” and laughing maniacally in my goblin voice (“trinkets” can include anything from ♥♥♥♥ I find on the ground to cutlery or other utensils). The other day I was talking with my neighbours and they mentioned hearing weird noises like what I wrote about and I was just internally screaming the entire conversation. I’m 99% sure they don’t know it’s me but god that 1% chance is seriously weighing on my mind.
(HOT GIRL SINGING) oH YeAhhhh ITS FREDDY FAZBEARS PIZZA! WHEN YOU GET SOME PIZZA! AND A BIG. PIECE. OF ASSSSSS! awesome music plays
Me: ya my name is rappa 3000 and ill tel ya da story of fredy pizzaria with a freddy goldy and a hot foxy ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ chica all day long, With a hudge dong, and den the security guard named chonged put his dong in BONNIE!
girl takes off shirt and sings OH YEAAAAAAHHH ITS FREDDY FAZBER PIZZZAAA! WHEN U GET SOME PIZZA AND A. BIG. PIECE. OF. QSS
me strokes dong mmmm ya its fredy fazber pizza with huge dings and blongs and bongs and frogsssss! with scary sexy animatrons!
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Jesse: (voice cracking) I, uh, I don't know ♥♥♥♥♥ what you mean, Mr. White.
Walter: You've been acting strange lately. Your clothes, your hair, your mannerisms. It's like you're a different person.
Jesse: (voice trembling) I'm just trying to be who I really am ♥♥♥♥♥.
Walter: And who is that, Jesse? A femboy?
Jesse: (voice softening) Yes, Mr. White. I've always felt like I was meant to be a girl.
Walter: (sighs) Jesse, this is not who you are. You're a man, a drug dealer, and my partner.
Jesse: (voice quivering) But Mr. White, I can't keep pretending to be someone I'm not. I need to be true to myself.
Walter: (voice raising) Jesse, this is not about being true to yourself. This is about you letting your emotions and insecurities take over. You need to snap out of it and focus on what's important.
Jesse: (voice pleading) Mr. White, please, I just want to be happy.