A Random Story
You faintly hear footsteps draw closer and closer to your bed. Dammit, can't people wait until the sun is up before starting this s***!
You've already come this far in ignoring the presence though. There's no going back. So you continue to ignore the intruder even as they stop next to your bed.
You feel the covers lifted up and someone slide into the bed next to you.
They wrap their arms around you.
You hope and pray that it's a smoking hot super model, hope and pray.
But as you slowly turn around you can only stare in horror at the mustache on his face, the wart on his nose, and the smell of week old lasagna that he wreaks of.
"It's a-me, Mario!"
You scream.
You've already come this far in ignoring the presence though. There's no going back. So you continue to ignore the intruder even as they stop next to your bed.
You feel the covers lifted up and someone slide into the bed next to you.
They wrap their arms around you.
You hope and pray that it's a smoking hot super model, hope and pray.
But as you slowly turn around you can only stare in horror at the mustache on his face, the wart on his nose, and the smell of week old lasagna that he wreaks of.
"It's a-me, Mario!"
You scream.
