So like, I was in the shower, shampooing my pubic hair when I heard this knock on the door right? So, since my crotch was all soapy still, I had to walk out in a towel to answer the door. So then... I turned the doorknob, and there was this dude. He had like a jumpsuit or something on. And he told me that my doom was nigh. I told him that I didn't want what he was selling, and I slammed the door and shiz. Whats up with them damn door to door salesman? They make me want to torch someones gas tank. (Convienently enough, I had one of those fcukers who was selling some grill lighters.)

Anyways... where was I? oh yeah.

So I slammed the door in the dudes face. And walked into the kitchen to get some wheaties... (there some bland little things.)

I sat down, and ate them. Then I went to my bedroom to sleep.

Then I remembered something...

My pubes! They were still soapy!

So I went back to the shower, and I rinsed off. I paused to take in the sweet aroma of my groin, then I went to sleep.

 

I woke up the next morning. As I always do. And I got up to put on pants. And I noticed something weird... blood on my wall. It was smeared into letters... and it said:

"YOUR DOOM IS HIGH"

And I was like... whut?

Then I died.

 

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The Moral of the Story:

Everytime you wash your pubic hair, God kills a RoxSox. Think about the RoxSox's.

Can I donate a penny for this?

Or do I have to wear a ribbon?

I can't reply to that because I'm dead.

Oh, right.

Sorry.

Rest in piecespeace.

can I come to the funeral, please please please please please please pleeeeaaaase. I promise I won't dance on you're grave, I have that saved for my sis' funeral

od dear you died..... i'm totally not gonna party in your house, and steal you weaties, and kill your dog.

:C Sad individual is sad...

Great, now who will i plot stuff with? :1

Well. I have to wash daily. Bummer.

So like, I was in the shower, shampooing my pubic hair when I heard this knock on the door right? So, since my crotch was all soapy still, I had to walk out in a towel to answer the door. So then... I turned the doorknob, and there was this dude. He had like a jumpsuit or something on. And he told me that my doom was nigh. I told him that I didn't want what he was selling, and I slammed the door and shiz. Whats up with them damn door to door salesman? They make me want to torch someones gas tank. (Convienently enough, I had one of those fcukers who was selling some grill lighters.)

Anyways... where was I? oh yeah.

So I slammed the door in the dudes face. And walked into the kitchen to get some wheaties... (there some bland little things.)

I sat down, and ate them. Then I went to my bedroom to sleep.

Then I remembered something...

My pubes! They were still soapy!

So I went back to the shower, and I rinsed off. I paused to take in the sweet aroma of my groin, then I went to sleep.

 

I woke up the next morning. As I always do. And I got up to put on pants. And I noticed something weird... blood on my wall. It was smeared into letters... and it said:

"YOUR DOOM IS HIGH"

And I was like... whut?

Then I died.

 

-

 

The Moral of the Story:

Everytime you wash your pubic hair, God kills a RoxSox. Think about the RoxSox's.

 

You are a ridiculous little man.

Damn.

 

/yesthatsalllexihastosaykthxbaii

So like, I was in the shower, shampooing my pubic hair

That's where I stopped reading.