Gwuwhwhw

The lass named Nat wept salty tears, and proclaimed into the air,
"I am bored" she fears, it wasn't fair.
For lack of stimulation she must resort,
With alcohol alone she typically chooses to cavort.

Don't you dare bring that shit up lil bro I ain't drinking no more

She of slurred words felt her blood begin to boil and her wits start to fail,
She complained to the sky at Narrator's swift tale.

It's okay I am still calm. *carefully eats a shoebox*

The rigid cardboard of the shoebox slid down her gullet,
T'was practiced, swifter than gun spewing bullet.

*Fu​cking explodes then all my cells rejoin*

That was, meaningful.

Make Štruklje.

I CANT RN

Penid