Post by Qwerty333 on Jan 20, 2011 1:04:18 GMT
Had I really just been eaten by my best friend? I swear that’s what happened. He had been talking to me and suddenly his mouth became an enormous black hole and I got sucked in. The doctors just laughed though. They didn’t believe me, and of course they probably shouldn’t have, considering that I was delusional after Russia decided to invade the U.S. and end us all via biological warfare. However, I’m not sure wether or not that happened either. The bottom line is that I was sitting in a white padded room wearing some sort of contraption similar to a straight jacket.
Now, I know what you’re thinking. How could I write a story or do anything at all for that matter while wearing a straight jacket? The thing is, I clearly was lying about wearing the straight jacket simply because if I was I would definitely not be able to write a story. This is A Tale of Utter Insanity. I think.
What happened that day was a blur. I had been on acid, which causes many terrible side effects, including delusions, mood swings, and blubbering like an idiot for several hours. I had just woken up a fair amount of time after the acid wore off and I found myself in a dark alley with quite the headache.
I suddenly felt a yank on my arm and I looked up at the two men in blue and black uniforms. Clearly the acid was still working because I was actually not in a dark alley but in fact was in my room. Powerful stuff. I asked the cops what they were doing, or at least I think I did, but it turned out that they weren’t cops at all. I learned this when one cop’s head turned into that of Admiral Akbar and warned me that it was a TRAP!
In a short moment, I smacked one of the cops in the face as I had learned that it was a TRAP! This resulted in the other cop pulling out his taser and knocking me to the ground with his fist and keeping me there with about 60,000 volts. I was then thrown into a blue and white police car, except that we passed the police station. The driver pulled the car into a long driveway next to some dumb sign that read:
Now I may have been on acid that day but I knew that this sign had to be wrong because I most certainly wasn’t insane... when sober. Unfortunately, I didn’t have much time to think about this because once I entered, I saw my best friend in there! I asked him what he was doing but suddenly his mouth became an enormous black hole and I got sucked in...
THE MORAL OF THIS STORY: Never do drugs. Ever.
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Hope you guys found it interesting, at least.
Please do not copy this.
Now, I know what you’re thinking. How could I write a story or do anything at all for that matter while wearing a straight jacket? The thing is, I clearly was lying about wearing the straight jacket simply because if I was I would definitely not be able to write a story. This is A Tale of Utter Insanity. I think.
What happened that day was a blur. I had been on acid, which causes many terrible side effects, including delusions, mood swings, and blubbering like an idiot for several hours. I had just woken up a fair amount of time after the acid wore off and I found myself in a dark alley with quite the headache.
I suddenly felt a yank on my arm and I looked up at the two men in blue and black uniforms. Clearly the acid was still working because I was actually not in a dark alley but in fact was in my room. Powerful stuff. I asked the cops what they were doing, or at least I think I did, but it turned out that they weren’t cops at all. I learned this when one cop’s head turned into that of Admiral Akbar and warned me that it was a TRAP!
In a short moment, I smacked one of the cops in the face as I had learned that it was a TRAP! This resulted in the other cop pulling out his taser and knocking me to the ground with his fist and keeping me there with about 60,000 volts. I was then thrown into a blue and white police car, except that we passed the police station. The driver pulled the car into a long driveway next to some dumb sign that read:
DALLAS PSYCHIATRIC INSTITUTION
Now I may have been on acid that day but I knew that this sign had to be wrong because I most certainly wasn’t insane... when sober. Unfortunately, I didn’t have much time to think about this because once I entered, I saw my best friend in there! I asked him what he was doing but suddenly his mouth became an enormous black hole and I got sucked in...
THE MORAL OF THIS STORY: Never do drugs. Ever.
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Hope you guys found it interesting, at least.
Please do not copy this.
