The hamburglar has just come back from a long day of stealing hamburgers. He looks around his sad house and began to feel like crying. He was always the bad guy, always hated. He wasn't good enough to be good or bad enough to be taken seriously. He was pretty much forgotten by McDonald's. He realized soon in life nobody would ever love him but himself. He sat on his bed for hours debating what to do. Kill himself or jerk off? He decided he could do both. He sat on his bed and pulled down his pants and boxers. He gripped his manhood and began to turn his hand and move it up and down. He did this until his hand was sore and his member was red and itchy. He then remembered about his erectile dysfunction :( . Oh well guess suicide it is. He grabbed the rope from under his bed, he'd been saving it for awhile. He began to tie it to his ceiling fan, tears slipping down his face. He tied a noose on the other end of the rope and promptly jumped off his bed to get a chair. He stood on the chair and slipped his head inside. Tear slipped down his face and he realized this was his final moments. He took what he though was his final breath and-
Knock knock knock.
He slowly turned his head toward the door.
Knock knock knock.
He thought he would just ignore them till they go away.
But then the person bursted into the room. It was.. Ronald mcdonald?!?!
"O-oh r-Ronald," he said embarrassed. "Hamburglar I don't know how long you've felt this way but I can't stand this any longer," Ronald said, swooping hambuglar into his arms and holding him. "I-im sorry rona-" "shhh," Ronald interrupted him, "it's okay now" Ronald gently kissed him and later down with him until they both fell asleep. They both had the best dreams that night.
;)
