a true story? if that's what gets fans, here it goes.
once upon a time i was at this party and this guy came with his girlfriend and he was pinning her down for some reason, i think it was a picture thing and i started tickling her ribs and tummy and all and i did it a lot and was really wild and stuff and she was bucking all over and oh was it sexy or something that it felt like we were cheatin' some! i feared her boyfriend would uppercut me into oblivion for my trecherous behavior
but it was not him that hurted me so. after the girl's boyfriend let her go, and i was still going at it (and i was about to pull away as well), she grabbed both of my arms and dug her nails into them. it really hurt, and i thought i would have to sue for such cruel and unusual punishment, because...because...well, my hands have healed, but i could have gotten an infection or something! or worse yet, an std (like stdio.h or stdlib.h, a couple of standard library header files for C programs).
she said she did that because she didn't like being tickled, but i know that in my heart of hearts, she enjoyed everything. i know that people lie about what they like and don't like. don't tell me otherwise. i will not have that nonsense! ever! growl! kekekeke.
continuing on with the story, i then pulled off her shoes and tickled her toes with the ballpoint pen that i always carry in my shirt pocket and we lived happily ever after
one other thing is about the lack of creativity. i guess i shouldn't be handing out anything because not all people have the schizophrenia to shoot out a million ideas per second like i do, but you should at least try and not just mope about.
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