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Being Alone, Crying, and Dude: And yes, they smoke weed do they smoke weed? you mean she isnt just smoking a cigsrette? but Irs caled a bunt. Nct weed cigarette.. And yes, it is a weed bunt. They ail smoke weed bunts before we are my They dont look like they smoke weed tm so angry you are so lucky my three weed calm me down I'm so mad Your "weed smoking girffriend has a Hello Kitty printed out a photo of your avatar and taped it to my punching bag that I punch and I mutter your URL with every strong punch I punch you twerp. Dont ever Talk about Blaiz or the wicked Tat tattoo)I drew on her ever again I Dont wana see you standing outside my home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again ok leave us alone this is the Well that escalated quickly. What was that? Hmm? Come again. Blaiz grabs my shoulder Come on Jory, they arent worth it please. Ijerk my shoulder shaking her hand off NO NoOOOD! starts to just pummel you with my big fucking fists. With each blow I let out a furious yel The blows come quicker and harder and the yells get louder I'm yeling so loud and now Itm crying BREAKNG PONT. The week was hard and I can't take anymore. I'm opening sobbing at this point while you blood gurgle. All three of my girtriends struggle o pull me off and they finaly succeed and lead me away from the goo pile that is now your body haha oh my god who even is this dude? someone needs some anger ove how he keeps reminding us thet 1 HAVE THREE GIRLFRIENDS.THEY ALL KISS ME and "THEY SMOKE WEED HURRP DURA and let's not forget the "Blsiz and her wicked tat or that he doesnt wanns see you standing outside hisj home at 3 am hoding your weird dripping brown bags ever again, and that this is "the Fl the goo plile that is now your body im dying over here jesus witticsisms i promise, rl be fun shoots you dead Heh, idiot ฯeaves with my three weed smorking girlfriends to go hold hands and kiss this dude playin omg Come again? The bar fails silent. No one dares to make a sound, as you hawe just sald a very poor choice of words at a very dangerous time. I remain slumped over the bat not locking back to you. One hand imply holding an almost empty bottle, the other hand cradling my head.I repeat the question, slur the words, the semence scunds like a real struggle for me to get out. iIm elearly intoxicated. A bead of swest rolls down your face as you realize you might have just fucked up in a very major way what is going on. The bartender idly washes a mug with a cloth His eyes are dlosed and he's mutering something to himself.A handful of people hurriedly leave. One person looks back at you, a look of sorrow on their face. They almost say something,but shake their head and cast their eyes down to the floer, and leave. But not you. You stand petrified. A quick look at me reveals Im stil at the bat. You look to the exit there's still time. But there's not, there's not, theres not. Your fate was sealed the moment you opened your mouth," Mother fuck, what did you say? slowly rise from my stool and being to lumber over o you. Icck a mess. My hair is unkempt I havent shaved in what looks like months, there are dark heavy bags under my eyes my shirt s stained and has holes in it, and m missing a shoe. But the main thing you notice is the gun tucked into my jeans, and my massive muscle arms that look ike they were made for punching. You know that song about the boots that were made for walking? Yeah, it's Ike that only instead of boots it's my musclea and instead of walking it's punching. As I drunkenly sway over to you you think of your family..Will they mourn you, or wil they try and forget this blotch of stupidity that their chld o their famly? Your thoughts are cut short asInow stand face to face with you. I grab your face and pu you even closer PlayinW There was nothing playing no playing you fuck. No playing..t was real the realest thing e ever know.. felt-Love.I lowed them... Blaiz. Chas ChasFunk, Ilowed all three of em but they"'My face is wet with teers and m binking constantly in vain to hold them back* They left me left.. Almost instantly the sadness leaves my face and is replaced with pure anger. Flym? Playin?! "My hand leaves your face and starts to head to what you think is the gun. You dose your eyes and see God looking at you, shrugging. Pft, you brought this upon yourself dude. He says as he waves his hands at you diamissively But instead of the gun, my hands grab yours Your eyes joh open and the anger is gone from my face. There is only sadness Left me fall to the floor and sob. Wow, grow up. You say before you leave the bar but are hit almost immediately from a car and are kiled upon impact they im finished with the comic il be posting t soon jory and his three weed bunt smoking girlfriends
Being Alone, Crying, and Dude: And yes, they smoke weed
 do they smoke weed?
 you mean she isnt just smoking a cigsrette? but
 Irs caled a bunt. Nct weed cigarette.. And yes, it is
 a weed bunt. They ail smoke weed bunts before we
 are my
 They dont look like they smoke weed
 tm so angry you are so lucky my three weed
 calm me down I'm so mad
 Your "weed smoking girffriend has a Hello Kitty
 printed out a photo of your avatar and taped it to
 my punching bag that I punch and I mutter your URL
 with every strong punch I punch you twerp. Dont
 ever Talk about Blaiz or the wicked Tat tattoo)I drew
 on her ever again I Dont wana see you standing
 outside my home at 3 am holding your weird dripping
 brown bags ever again ok leave us alone this is the
 Well that escalated quickly.
 What was that? Hmm? Come again. Blaiz grabs
 my shoulder Come on Jory, they arent worth it
 please. Ijerk my shoulder shaking her hand off NO
 NoOOOD! starts to just pummel you with my big
 fucking fists. With each blow I let out a furious yel
 The blows come quicker and harder and the yells
 get louder I'm yeling so loud and now Itm crying
 BREAKNG PONT. The week was hard and I can't take
 anymore. I'm opening sobbing at this point while
 you blood gurgle. All three of my girtriends struggle
 o pull me off and they finaly succeed and lead me
 away from the goo pile that is now your body
 haha oh my god
 who even is this dude? someone needs some anger
 ove how he keeps reminding us thet 1 HAVE THREE
 GIRLFRIENDS.THEY ALL KISS ME and "THEY
 SMOKE WEED HURRP DURA
 and let's not forget the "Blsiz and her wicked tat
 or that he doesnt wanns see you standing outside
 hisj home at 3 am hoding your weird dripping
 brown bags ever again, and that this is "the Fl
 the goo plile that is now your body
 im dying over here jesus
 witticsisms i promise, rl be fun
 shoots you dead Heh, idiot
 ฯeaves with my three weed smorking girlfriends to
 go hold hands and kiss
 this dude playin omg
 Come again? The bar fails silent. No one dares to
 make a sound, as you hawe just sald a very poor
 choice of words at a very dangerous time. I remain
 slumped over the bat not locking back to you. One
 hand imply holding an almost empty bottle, the
 other hand cradling my head.I repeat the question,
 slur the words, the semence scunds like a real
 struggle for me to get out. iIm elearly intoxicated. A
 bead of swest rolls down your face as you realize
 you might have just fucked up in a very major way
 what is going on. The bartender idly washes a mug
 with a cloth His eyes are dlosed and he's mutering
 something to himself.A handful of people hurriedly
 leave. One person looks back at you, a look of sorrow
 on their face. They almost say something,but shake
 their head and cast their eyes down to the floer, and
 leave. But not you. You stand petrified. A quick look
 at me reveals Im stil at the bat. You look to the exit
 there's still time. But there's not, there's not, theres
 not. Your fate was sealed the moment you opened
 your mouth," Mother fuck, what did you say?
 slowly rise from my stool and being to lumber over
 o you. Icck a mess. My hair is unkempt I havent
 shaved in what looks like months, there are dark
 heavy bags under my eyes my shirt s stained and
 has holes in it, and m missing a shoe. But the main
 thing you notice is the gun tucked into my jeans, and
 my massive muscle arms that look ike they were
 made for punching. You know that song about the
 boots that were made for walking? Yeah, it's Ike that
 only instead of boots it's my musclea and instead
 of walking it's punching. As I drunkenly sway over to
 you you think of your family..Will they mourn you, or
 wil they try and forget this blotch of stupidity that
 their chld
 o their famly? Your thoughts are cut short asInow
 stand face to face with you. I grab your face and pu
 you even closer PlayinW There was nothing playing
 no playing you fuck. No playing..t was real the
 realest thing e ever know.. felt-Love.I lowed them...
 Blaiz. Chas ChasFunk, Ilowed all three of em
 but they"'My face is wet with teers and m binking
 constantly in vain to hold them back* They left me
 left.. Almost instantly the sadness leaves my face
 and is replaced with pure anger. Flym? Playin?! "My
 hand leaves your face and starts to head to what you
 think is the gun. You dose your eyes and see God
 looking at you, shrugging. Pft, you brought this upon
 yourself dude. He says as he waves his hands at
 you diamissively But instead of the gun, my hands
 grab yours Your eyes joh open and the anger is gone
 from my face. There is only sadness Left me
 fall to the floor and sob.
 Wow, grow up. You say before you leave the bar
 but are hit almost immediately from a car and are
 kiled upon impact
 they im finished with the comic il be posting t soon
jory and his three weed bunt smoking girlfriends

jory and his three weed bunt smoking girlfriends