Internet Loser

Stranger Things is lit fam. (I'm so sorry for saying that).

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I just listened to Rollin' by Limp Bizkit. Quality lyrics.

My life isn't really interesting enough for all these updates.

How have you prepared for the zombie Alpacalypse?

I think I'm dying. I just coughed. I have the plague

I edited this myself. I’m so unnaturally proud.

One of my favorite pieces of Green Day fan art.

I would like to thank everyone of my YouTube subscribers! Now I have 16 subscribers! Thanks for listening to me! You guys are the best!

Shoutout to the lesser remembered member of MCR.

Dean sat silently, driving the Impala. Suddenly he felt a strange tingling feeling in his arms. Dean ignored it. Sam had fallen asleep in the passenger seat of the car. Dean's arms continued to feel strange, almost like they were asleep. Dean pulled over to the side of the road. Dean looked down at his arms. "What the heck?" Said Dean as he looked at his arms. His arms were covered in fur. His fingers were small claws. Dean screamed as he looked up. In the Impala's mirror he saw a sloth's face. Then Dean screamed more as he realized it was his face. It was around midnight when Sam woke up. The Impala was on the side of a country road. Sam looked to his left. Dean was gone. Only Dean's shirt remained in the seat. Suddenly Dean's shirt started to shake. Sam stared with his mouth open in awe as he saw a sloth emerge from the green shirt. "What the heck?" Asks Sam. "What are you doing here little buddy? Where's Dean"? Sam asked the sloth. "I am Dean" The sloth spoke from it's small lazy mouth. "Oh God." Sam whispered under his breath.

You're all welcome for the Smash Mouth fanfiction. Want another strange fanfic?

The story opens on a dying Steve Harwell, (The lead vocalist of Smash Mouth). His son is sitting next to him. A sad look is in his eye. "Son." Says Steve. "I'm dying and we both know it, this may be the last time I ever get to talk to you." "Dad, don't say that..." Steve's son starts but Steve interrupts him. "If this is the last time I see you I want to tell you something." "What is it dad?" Asks Steve's son. "I've always loved you son, ever since the day you were born." Steve says. "I just want you to know that. Before I kick the bucket I need to give you this." Steve says with a smile. Steve pulls a sloppily wrapped gift out from under his hospital bed. He hands it to his son. "What is it?" Asks Steve's son. "Open it." Steve replies. Steve's son unwraps the gift. Inside is a microphone. The very microphone Steve and his band used to record All-Star. "I don't know what to say." Steve's son says as a tear rolls down his eye. "I do." Says Steve. "Hey now, you're an All-Star." Says Steve as he points at his son. Steve's heart monitor flatlines. -FADE TO BLACK-

For how much I'm on Tumblr I barely ever make any posts.

I just put on a shoe without using my thumbs. What is my life?

Brand new Try Not To Scream or Scare is up on my YouTube channel! I hope you guys enjoy it!

I just ate a toaster strudel. I burnt my tongue on it.