The ghosts here, in the ghost house, are stupid. I hate them.
Today, there were alpaca ghosts. They had sexy dog butts. They ran around the quart yard, staring at me with their stupid ghost eyes. Stupid, ghostly eyes. They're so sexy and yummy.
No.
I mustn't give in.
They're stupid
I'm not stupid.
I took a loaf of bread and shoved it in my ear. It tasted great.
I screamed at the delicious effect bread had on my ear buds.
Screams filled the stupid ghost house.
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The Ghost House
HumorA journey of a stupid man in a stupid house, surrounded by stupid ghosts.
