April
Thursday 13 December 2007 photo 2/4
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One Christmas as I woke up... The sun was shining and the snow was whiter than always. It was 9 Am and I could here my siblings’ footsteps around the apartment. At first I didn’t think of what day it was, just another, beautiful day alive. As I got out of bed I went in to the bathroom to take a shower and brush my teeth. When I was done I realized what day it was, Christmas evening, the best day of the year! I ran upstairs to check on my family and greet them with a smile and say “Happy Christmas y’all!”, that is not how it all went. When I was finally upstairs, after running the whole staircase I saw that my family was assassinated, murdered. Not only murdered but their intestines were all over the floor. The floor was soaked in blood and it was dripping from the top step of the staircase. Now when I look at again I noticed the blood had been dripping a few steps down, maybe five steps or so. Anyway as I stood there, watching my whole family ripped apart like pigs in a slaughterhouse I started thinking: “Hey, maybe Santa was late delivering the presents and my family was all whining about it as Santa entered the chimney. Maybe they nagged so much Santa got tired and ripped them apart and fed their hearts to the reindeers”. I started dig around the intestines and blood looking for my family member hearts but they were nowhere to be found. So I took it as my final conclusion that my theory was right. Santa had stolen the hearts of my family members and had left me all alone. Now it struck me, I was alone, my family was gone. I started crying and lay down on my knees, in the blood, and leaned forward and put my head against what was left of my father’s stomach because it seemed soft enough to lean against while I cried my heart out. After a few minutes, maybe 20 minutes of crying, I got up and said to myself “I’m going to get Santa for this!”. So I ran back down to dress up since I was till not dressed after the shower (Which’s noise had apparently made sure that I didn’t hear Santa killing my family). Dressed and ready to go get Santa and rip his heart out and eat it myself, I went down to the basement and grabbed some gear. The first thing I got was my dads Rambo-knife that he uses for fishing; I was going to use it to rip Santa apart. Second thing was my dad’s flamethrower that he used one summer to kill roaches. Anyway now I was geared up to take on Santa and his reindeers. I opened the basement door and I saw something very unexpected, I was suddenly on the moon, where Santa lives. I could see a little red house with white sparkling snow on the roof and a big Neon sign that said “SANTAS HOUSE” in capital letters. I went there to take him down and as I stood on a hill close to Santa’s house I saw the reindeers, standing there outside in something that looked like a roofless stable. I lit the flamethrower and started running towards the reindeers, I was certainly ready to kick some god damn reindeer ass! The trigger was pulled and from the head of the flamethrower came one hell of a fire. It was as big as a whole reindeer and they were torched in a matter of maybe 5 minutes. The whole stable was on fire and the reindeers were dead. I had got a third of my revenge. I turned around and was on my way to Santas doorstep, then it struck me; “No way, I’m going down the chimney just the same way he did.” Suddenly, without any memory of it, I was on the roof. I hoped down the chimney and was right in Santa’s living room. It looked nothing like what you could expect. It was more like a slaughterhouse full of gore and intestine than a sweet cozy normal living room. I spotted Santa in the kitchen, cooking some eyeballs and frying some fingers. Now was time for the ultimate challenge, killing Santa. Just as I was going to pull the trigger and fry the badass I snapped out. Apparently I had been high on drugs and hallucinating this whole thing. Thank god my Family was alive. I went home and hugged my sister. :)
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Anonymous
Sat 1 Mar 2008 01:37
AHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA fyfan vad äg. Så jävla epicfailwin
Anonymous
Mon 17 Dec 2007 18:21
hahahaha x>
OohYeah
Thu 13 Dec 2007 17:27
Hahaha har du läst? Isf är jag imponerad. Knappt jag orkar läsa det själv.
Anonymous
Thu 13 Dec 2007 11:38
hahahahaha OMG xD tänkte innan jag läste slutet "fan han ahr rökt på för mkt..." sen så står det ju i slutet xD
OohYeah
Thu 13 Dec 2007 11:05
Hahaha jaa den ärl ite väl lång tbh. Men jag kudne inte sluta ;D Känn dig påmind. ^^
OohYeah
Thu 13 Dec 2007 10:40
Hahaha nej slutet ägde. bitch. vill inte att han ska tro att jag är psychokid ;(
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