As Im the leader of the K*K*K clan , and the inventor of this type of comments (nah Im lying) , Im morally obliged to tell you the truth about it. One day I was going back home , the streets lights started to turn off and on , on and off , and I started hearing whispers from nowhre and a cold wind blowing behind my neck down and down my spine . The darkness was too cold and scary , I was not in the mood to ask question so I started running but I felt like I was not moving at all, the whispers started to get closer and closer as I sinked slowly in my fears . The chill was too high , I couldnt deny the fact that I was going to die , something is chasing me , something wants to slaughter me , and I , couldnt do a shit. As I was running I stumpled upon a sign telling me the road to redeem is to remembe who you are and I found myself grabbing a pen out of my jacket (dunno how it end up in my pocket) , and I start writing on the walls , desperately , I felt like a poke from behind , I didnt want to turn back , but something started pulling me and I adopted my feotal position to protect my balls in the first place and to give birth to a shiny future one day. All I remember hearing was a noise speaking like someone chocked it kkk..kk.kk.kk.k.k..k . I passed out , and found myself on the ground the day after , grabbing a pen , my body was covered with Ks , I cant hide them , they show up when the noise starts to get close , and I cant stop it . So I brought the K apon you guys so we could share the same pain , cause using it too much will bring the curse upon you and well burn all in hell for that without being sinners.
Posted on: Sun, 02 Nov 2014 19:04:53 +0000