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Zzzz

Memedaddy — Tue, 24 Nov 2020 00:00:06 GMT

Memedaddy:

'''BEEP BEEP BEEP''' You wake up in a moment of pure stupor. You can hardly see, but you hear a nauseating set of beeps. Their high pitch shrills are enough to cause a heart attack. The room smells like a never ending bonfire. The embers of ash and smoke swirl around your head. Fire? Fire? Fire! You immediately leap out of the chair, miraculously unscathed. However, that can't be said for the rest of the room. You can feel your mind trying to burst as the scramble to find the keys in the orange haze. While looking for the keys you find the source of the fire: the trash can. You look for something to extinguish the flames but to no avail. Your cowardice makes it impossible to move out the corner of the room.

Suddenly you hear a series of banging. You initially disregard them, as you assume it's merely the building crumbling around you. However, it's followed by a familiar voice. "Open the door! Open the door!" Followed by a set the twist of a doorknob, and a quick yelp, "Ouch!" Mitch had your life in his hands. "Mitch, Mitch! Can you hear me?"
"A little - what's going on? Is everything okay in there?"
"I'll explain later, just help me!"
"How?"
You take a deep sigh, "I don't know how about you fucking call 911?"
His tone changes to something a little more sardonic, "I already did that - what can I do to help you right ''now''?"
You look around, and remember the emergency exit. "See if you open this door or maybe the back door?"
"Well which one is it?" Mitch asks impatiently.

Well which one?
*[[Try the front door]]
*[[Try the emergency exit]]
*[[Fuck Mitch, try and find something in the room to extinguish the fire]]
*[[Wait for the firefighters to get here]]
[[Category: 8:00]]

Zzzz

Memedaddy — Mon, 23 Nov 2020 23:59:41 GMT

Memedaddy:

Zzzz

Memedaddy — Mon, 23 Nov 2020 23:59:09 GMT

Memedaddy: Created page with ''''BEEP BEEP BEEP''' You wake up in a moment of pure stupor. You can hardly see, but you hear a nauseating set of beeps. Their high pitch shrills are enough to cause a heart atta…'

'''BEEP BEEP BEEP''' You wake up in a moment of pure stupor. You can hardly see, but you hear a nauseating set of beeps. Their high pitch shrills are enough to cause a heart attack. The room smells like a never ending bonfire. The embers of ash and smoke swirl around your head. Fire? Fire? Fire! You immediately leap out of the chair, miraculously unscathed. However, that can't be said for the rest of the room. You can feel your mind trying to burst as the scramble to find the keys in the orange haze. While looking for the keys you find the source of the fire: the trash can. You look for something to extinguish the flames but to no avail. Your cowardice makes it impossible to move out the corner of the room.

Suddenly you hear a series of banging. You initially disregard them, as you assume it's merely the building crumbling around you. However, it's followed by a familiar voice. "Open the door! Open the door!" Followed by a set the twist of a doorknob, and a quick yelp, "Ouch!" Mitch had your life in his hands. "Mitch, Mitch! Can you hear me?"
"A little - what's going on? Is everything okay in there?"
"I'll explain later, just help me!"
"How?"
You take a deep sigh, "I don't know how about you fucking call 911?"
His tone changes to something a little more sardonic, "I already did that - what can I do to help you right ''now''?"
You look around, and remember the emergency exit. "See if you open this door or maybe the back door?"
"Well which one is it?" Mitch asks impatiently.

Well which one?
*[[Try the front door]]
*[[Try the back door]]
*[[Fuck Mitch, try and find something in the room to extinguish the fire]]
*[[Wait for the firefighters to get here]]

Smoke inside

Memedaddy — Mon, 23 Nov 2020 23:39:17 GMT

Memedaddy:

Paranoia isn't a factor for you when smoking. Plus, it's the dead of winter in Michigan. The bitter frost hold no candle to hearing Mitch bitch and moan. Besides, Mr. Morrison only has two cameras in the store :one near the register and the other near the safe. The monitors loom over the desk as you watch a droll Mitch practice his pick up lines on a customer. His body invades every inch of her personal space; her body language speaks for itself. Her curvaceous body is stolid, as she nervously taps her foot. He'll be busy for a while.

Taking a set of matches you strike the joint. With every puff of smoke the room becomes a hazy blur. As you further deeper into your high, you sink into the upholstered desk chair. It's plush cushions are too serene. You can feel your self getting sleepy...[[ Zzzz]]

[[Category: 8:00]]

Smoke inside

Memedaddy — Mon, 23 Nov 2020 23:38:08 GMT

Memedaddy:

8:00- work

Memedaddy — Mon, 23 Nov 2020 05:07:23 GMT

Memedaddy:

You hand graces the front door as you head inside. The store lets out an effervescent chime. There's an ever lingering smell of hotdogs and Pine-Sol. Mitch is behind the cash register, helping himself to an 18oz Cola while he fiddles with his mullet. "Good evening welcome to Seven- Ele-" he automatically begins his spiel, until he sees your name tag peek through a rack of newspapers. "Fucking blind spots." he mutters. Then without hesitation starts his belittling remarks, "Look who finally showed up on ''time''. Amazing, since you can't even show up promptly for your own shift." He bite down on his straw, "But I guess pussy makes the brain work different."

"Well I guess if you were getting some you'd know that, wouldn't you." You aren't either but Mitch doesn't need to know that. Out of generosity and lust , you've taken up an unwonted night shift. The ever so sexy Pam called you last minute to take her position. For anyone else, you'd say no without a second guess- but the way her soft voice caressed the telephone line... She sounded so distressed on the line, pronouncing every vowel with intent. You could your temperature rising just thinking about; the way her supple lips pronounced every "O". You wondered if that's the same way it would sound if you pleased her.

Mitch embarrassed by your witty rhetoric offers a mere, "Touché." He proceeds to open a Playboy magazine to conceal his beet red cheeks. Fuck Mitch, you can't stand his lazy ass. The bastard was only eight months older than you but likes to pretends he's Mr. fucking Miyagi. No one's in the store besides you and him maybe its time to let him know what's on your mind...

*[[Give Mitch what's been coming to him]]
*[[Clock in on time, and deal with it later]]

[[Category: 8:00]]

8:00- work

Memedaddy — Mon, 23 Nov 2020 05:00:13 GMT

Memedaddy:

You hand graces the front door as you head inside. The store lets out an effervescent chime. There's an ever lingering smell of hotdogs and Pine-Sol. Mitch is behind the cash register, helping himself to an 18oz Cola while he fiddles with his mullet. "Well look who finally showed up on ''time''. Amazing, since you can't even show up promptly for your own shift." He bite down on his straw, "But I guess pussy makes the brain work different."

"Well I guess if you were getting some you'd know that, wouldn't you." You aren't either but Mitch doesn't need to know that. Out of generosity and lust , you've taken up an unwonted night shift. The ever so sexy Pam called you last minute to take her position. For anyone else, you'd say no without a second guess- but the way her soft voice caressed the telephone line... She sounded so distressed on the line, pronouncing every vowel with intent. You could your temperature rising just thinking about; the way her supple lips pronounced every "O". You wondered if that's the same way it would sound if you pleased her.

Mitch embarrassed by your witty rhetoric offers a mere, "Touché." He proceeds to open a Playboy magazine to conceal his beet red cheeks. Fuck Mitch, you can't stand his lazy ass. The bastard was only eight months older than you but likes to pretends he's Mr. fucking Miyagi. No one's in the store besides you and him maybe its time to let him know what's on your mind...

*[[Give Mitch what's been coming to him]]
*[[Clock in on time, and deal with it later]]

[[Category: 8:00]]

8:00- work

Memedaddy — Mon, 23 Nov 2020 04:03:31 GMT

Memedaddy:

You hand graces the front door as you head inside. There's an ever lingering smell of hotdogs and Pine-Sol. Mitch is behind the cash register, helping himself to an 18oz Cola while he fiddles with his mullet. "Well look who finally showed up on ''time''. Amazing, since you can't even show up promptly for your own shift." He bite down on his straw, "But I guess pussy makes the brain work different."

"Well I guess if you were getting some you'd know that, wouldn't you." You aren't either but Mitch doesn't need to know that. Out of generosity and lust , you've taken up an unwonted night shift. The ever so sexy Pam called you last minute to take her position. For anyone else, you'd say no without a second guess- but the way her soft voice caressed the telephone line... She sounded so distressed on the line, pronouncing every vowel with intent. You could your temperature rising just thinking about; the way her supple lips pronounced every "O". You wondered if that's the same way it would sound if you pleased her.

Mitch embarrassed by your witty rhetoric offers a mere, "Touché." He proceeds to open a Playboy magazine to conceal his beet red cheeks. Fuck Mitch, you can't stand his lazy ass. The bastard was only eight months older than you but likes to pretends he's Mr. fucking Miyagi. No one's in the store besides you and him maybe its time to let him know what's on your mind...

*[[Give Mitch what's been coming to him]]
*[[Clock in on time, and deal with it later]]

[[Category: 8:00]]

8:00

Memedaddy — Mon, 23 Nov 2020 02:35:32 GMT

Memedaddy:

You take one last swig of your coffee before you try and throw it in the trash. It rolls around the rim for a second and hopelessly falls onto the sidewalk ; you never were really athletic. You humbly pick up the cup, and put it where it belongs. You can't help but check the time. It's 7:57. Mr.Morrison has been getting on your ass lately about "punctuality". It's time for [[ 8:00- work| work. ]]

[[Category: 8:00]]

Smoke inside

Memedaddy — Mon, 23 Nov 2020 02:14:53 GMT

Memedaddy:

Paranoia isn't a factor for you when smoking. It's the dead of winter in Michigan. It's not worth the risk. Besides, Mr. Morrison only has two cameras in the store :one near the register and the other near the safe. The cameras over the desk as you watch a droll Mitch practice his pick up lines on a customer. His body invades her personal space, while she of course is unamused, as she nervously taps her shoes. He'll be busy for a while. You're a cunning man, and as nosy as Mitch is he'd be none the wiser. It

[[Category: 8:00]]

Smoke inside

Memedaddy — Mon, 23 Nov 2020 02:14:27 GMT

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Take a quick smoke break

Memedaddy — Mon, 23 Nov 2020 02:00:46 GMT

Memedaddy:

"I'm headed out for a smoke." you echo. Mitch engrossed in his Playboy looks up to flash you a disapproving glance. Nonetheless, he reaches into his back pocket and hands you a set of keys. You try and hide your excitement, as you walk past the snacks. You contemplate whether to snag a bag of Doritos, as you move towards the back. However, Mitch allowing you to leave so impromptu is a miracle in itself and you'd rather not jink it.

You reach the door that reads in bold red lettering, EMPLOYEES ONLY and let out a sigh of relief. The jingle jangle of the key sounds like music to you ears, as you turn the knob. Once your inside, you immediately whip out a small ziplock bag containing a few grams of weed. You open the bag releasing a faint aroma of pine and lemon. It's brick weed, which isn't ideal - but it's certainly potent enough to make the night go faster. To your right lies the manager's desk with Mr. Morrison's key card. You meticulously remove the stem and use the card to chop the bud. Then make sure to wipe an remanence of herb off the card. You shuffle around the drawer again to find an index card, a decent filter.

You fish into your pockets to find a small stack of papers and you're ready to go.

*[[Smoke inside]]
*[[Smoke outside]]

[[Category: 8:00]]

Give Mitch what's been coming to him

Memedaddy — Mon, 23 Nov 2020 01:54:52 GMT

Memedaddy:

You can't take it anymore. You walk over to him aloof, and grab his drink. It's about halfway full and still carbonated. You open the lid and dose his honey blonde hair in the sugary Coke. "What the fu-" is all he can mutter before you grip him up. Your knuckles whiten from clutching his shirt for so long. You can feel the threads from his cheap polo escaping you. His name tag bobbles around like his head, as you give him a few good shakes. His brown eyes become vacant, as they tremble for your mercy. You have him right where you want him.

*[[Escalate it further]]
*[[You're satisfied and leave him be]]

[[Category: 8:00]]

8:00- work

Memedaddy — Mon, 23 Nov 2020 01:43:04 GMT

Memedaddy:

8:00- work

Memedaddy — Mon, 23 Nov 2020 01:42:49 GMT

Memedaddy:

8:00- work

Memedaddy — Mon, 23 Nov 2020 01:37:12 GMT

Memedaddy:

Category:8:00

Memedaddy — Mon, 23 Nov 2020 01:36:03 GMT

Memedaddy:

[[Category: Adult Stories]]

Category:8:00

Memedaddy — Mon, 23 Nov 2020 01:33:41 GMT

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[[Category:8:00]]

Take a quick smoke break

Memedaddy — Mon, 23 Nov 2020 01:33:09 GMT

Memedaddy:

"I'm headed out for a smoke." you echo. Mitch engrossed in his Playboy looks up to flash you a disapproving glance. Nonetheless, he reaches into his back pocket and hands you a set of keys. You try and hide your excitement, as you walk past the snacks. You contemplate whether to snag a bag of Doritos, as you move towards the back. However, Mitch allowing you to leave so impromptu is a miracle in itself and you'd rather not jink it.

You immediately whip out a small ziplock bag containing a grams or so of weed. You open the bag releasing a faint aroma of pine and lemon. To your right lies the manager's desk with Mr. Morrison's key card. You meticulously remove the stem and use to chop the bud making sure wipe an remanence of herb off the card. You shuffle around the desk again to find an index card, a decent filter.

You fish into your pockets to find a small stack of papers and you're ready to go.

*[[Smoke inside]]
*[[Smoke outside]]

[[Category: 8:00]]

Take a quick smoke break

Memedaddy — Mon, 23 Nov 2020 01:32:50 GMT

Memedaddy: Created page with '"I'm headed out for a smoke." you echo. Mitch engrossed in his Playboy looks up to flash you a disapproving glance. Nonetheless, he reaches into his back pocket and hands you a s…'

"I'm headed out for a smoke." you echo. Mitch engrossed in his Playboy looks up to flash you a disapproving glance. Nonetheless, he reaches into his back pocket and hands you a set of keys. You try and hide your excitement, as you walk past the snacks. You contemplate whether to snag a bag of Doritos, as you move towards the back. However, Mitch allowing you to leave so impromptu is a miracle in itself and you'd rather not jink it.

You immediately whip out a small ziplock bag containing a grams or so of weed. You open the bag releasing a faint aroma of pine and lemon. To your right lies the manager's desk with Mr. Morrison's key card. You meticulously remove the stem and use to chop the bud making sure wipe an remanence of herb off the card. You shuffle around the desk again to find an index card, a decent filter.

You fish into your pockets to find a small stack of papers and you're ready to go.

*[[Smoke inside]]
*[[Smoke outside]]

Clock in on time, and deal with it later

Memedaddy — Sun, 22 Nov 2020 21:09:40 GMT

Memedaddy:

You don't have time to beat Mitch's ass ''and'' be on time. You wish you could do both but ultimately being on time will prove Mitch wrong in the long haul. Mr.Morrison hands you the promotion, you become the full-time manager, and fire his ass. The punch clock reads 8:00 exactly, perfect! You feel an overwhelming sense of accomplishment as you hear the time punch go off. Looking at your other time recordings no seem abysmal : 12:01, 10:03, 1:06, etc. But today you can feel a step in the right direction. Now that's taken care of should you:

*[[Take a quick smoke break]]
*[[Man the register besides Mitch]]
*[[Bathroom break]]

[[Category: 8:00]]

Clock in on time, and deal with it later

Memedaddy — Sun, 22 Nov 2020 21:08:24 GMT

Memedaddy: Created page with 'You don't have time to beat Mitch's ass ''and'' be on time. You wish you could do both but ultimately being on time will prove Mitch wrong in the long haul. Mr.Morrison hands you…'

Give Mitch what's been coming to him

Memedaddy — Sun, 22 Nov 2020 20:56:28 GMT

Memedaddy: Created page with 'You can't take it anymore. You walk over to him aloof, and grab his drink. It's about halfway full and still carbonated. You open the lid and does his honey blonde hair in the su…'

You can't take it anymore. You walk over to him aloof, and grab his drink. It's about halfway full and still carbonated. You open the lid and does his honey blonde hair in the sugary Coke. "What the fu-" is all he can mutter before you grip him up. Your knuckled whiten from clutching his shirt for so long. You can feel the threads from his cheap polo escaping you. His name tag bobbles around like his head, as you give him a few good shakes. His brown eyes become vacant, as they tremble for your mercy. You have him right where you want him.

*[[Escalate it further]]
*[[You're satisfied and leave him be]]

[[Category: 8:00]]

8:00- work

Memedaddy — Sun, 22 Nov 2020 20:36:53 GMT

Memedaddy:

You hand graces the front door as you head inside. There's an every lingering smell of hotdogs and Pine-Sol. Mitch is behind the cash register, helping himself to an 18oz Cola while he fiddles with his mullet. "Well look who finally showed up on ''time''. Amazing, since you can't even show up promptly for your own shift." He bite down on his straw, "But I guess pussy makes the brain work different."
Fuck Mitch, you can't stand his lazy ass. The bastard was only eight months older than you but likes to pretends he's Mr. fucking Miyagi. No one's in the store besides you and him maybe its time to let him know what's on your mind...

*[[Give Mitch what's been coming to him]]
*[[Clock in on time, and deal with it later]]

[[Category: 8:00]]

8:00- work

Memedaddy — Sun, 22 Nov 2020 20:31:49 GMT

Memedaddy: Created page with 'You hand graces the front door as you head inside. There's an every lingering smell of hotdogs and Pine-Sol. Mitch is behind the cash register, helping himself to an 18oz Cola wh…'

You hand graces the front door as you head inside. There's an every lingering smell of hotdogs and Pine-Sol. Mitch is behind the cash register, helping himself to an 18oz Cola while he fiddles with his mullet. "Well look who finally showed up on ''time''. Amazing, since you can't even show up promptly for your own shift." He bite down on his straw, "But I guess pussy makes the brain work different."

One of these days you're going to punch that cocksucker. Mitch despite only being 8 months older than you, saw himself as Mr.Miyagi. He never lifted a hand, but always had a complaint... which he would constantly relayed to Mr.Morrison. Luckily, since you worked day shift you hardly had to hear his shrill voice for more than an hour or so- but Pam sounded desperate over the phone. Maybe Mitch did have a point. Pussy makes you different.

[[Category: 8:00]]

8:00

Memedaddy — Sun, 22 Nov 2020 20:07:46 GMT

Memedaddy: Created page with 'You take one last swig of your coffee before you try and throw it in the trash. It rolls around the rim for a second and hopeless falls onto the concrete ; you never were really …'

You take one last swig of your coffee before you try and throw it in the trash. It rolls around the rim for a second and hopeless falls onto the concrete ; you never were really athletic. You humbly pick up the cup, and put it where it belongs. You can't help but check the time. It's 7:57. Mr.Morrison has been getting on your ass lately about "punctuality". It's time for [[ 8:00- work| work. ]]

[[Category: 8:00]]

All Adult Stories/

Memedaddy — Sun, 22 Nov 2020 19:58:38 GMT

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Catch a ride from Jackson's parents

Memedaddy — Sat, 07 Jul 2018 03:51:17 GMT

Memedaddy:

You and Jackson unable to hold the joy of your newfound love sneak kisses until Jackson's parents pull. Then you immediately suppress all excitement as Jackson's parents are the literal definition of stern. You constantly have to answer them by Sir or Ma'am, or they won't even allow you into their house (and this is as a guest) Jackson has it worse, he's expected to not only go to college, but then the military for at least three years then settle down with some dumb big breasted bimbo have at least two kids then repeat the cycle for his kids. Since you're in the picture that messes up at least one aspect of their plan, but you have to conceal this until you're both off to college. Living in such a boring small town, people are bound to talk and there's no way you'd want this to get back to Jackson's parents. There's no telling what they'd do to Jackson. While you haven't asked you're pretty fucking sure they hate gays.

*[[ the next day]]

[[Category: A Fall Stranger]]

Try and spark up a conversation with the weirdo

Memedaddy — Sat, 07 Jul 2018 01:30:19 GMT

Memedaddy:

"So, are you excited for the first day of school?" Damn, you can feel the awkwardness in the delivery.

"I'm '''18''' jackass." He scowls, exactly like an old man does when kids are on his lawn. Then he precedes,"I know we're not friends but I was ''literally'' in all of your classes in middle school."
Hmm, in reality everyday is kind of a blur. So forgetting the kid in the corner is pretty easy and yet, there were only 153 kids in your graduating class... Before you can truly ponder, he disturbs your train of thought," Remember that big-ass English project for Mrs.McCoy we did together? You know the one where we created a play based off ''The Picture of Dorian Gray?

Oh shit- "Isaiah?, wow man you look so...different."
Apparently, ''a lot'' can happen in a couple years. He quickly interjects before you're bewilderment can get to your head,"Yeah, I going through so changes right now." He pauses then continues, "I came out as gay a few years back and to be honest it's been rough."

In this town you'd rather reveal you're fucking your cousin than be gay.

"Ironically, the undertones in Dorian Gray had me starting to question my sexuality" he chuckled, " and the boner from the movie confirmed it."

"You're really fucking strong Isiah,I hope you know that."

" Not really to be honest." He pauses. "You'd be surprised what you'll do for love; it's true I don't have my family anymore but Thomas, my boyfriend, he's kinda like my new family. The type that'll love you unconditionally."
The bus comes to a screeching halt and on that note, it's time to start the day.

*[[Time for School]]
[[Category: A Fall Stranger]]

Screw it, have her take you to the hospital

Memedaddy — Sat, 07 Jul 2018 01:29:15 GMT

Memedaddy:

"I'll take whatever the hell I can get at this point.'' Now you can't'' see'' it but based on that random ass pause she just made, you're pretty sure she just smirked.

She hoists you up onto her shoulder, and you slowly but surely make you're way out the forest. Damn, for someone who feels pretty damn skinny, she sure can lift. Eventually you reach her bike, and feel like a idiot since she actually parked next to the creek; a smart and memorable location. I mean you can literally hear the water from like three miles away! She mounts you on, and you taking your wobbly ankles swing onto the side. You wrapped you're bruised shoulders around hers, and try to close your eyes until you reach the hospital. Her hair smells like pine trees, drawing you back into those teepee Summers with Jackson...

"We're here." she says abruptly really killing your nostalgia

You quickly hop off,ready to head into the sliding doors when you're struck with a pain of gratitude.

"Thanks- I really appreciate this... sorry I didn't catch you're name?' you mutter

"Don't sweat it, and it's Clarice."

"Woah, like from the movie?

She stares at you for a long moment, and proceeds to roll her eyes back as humanely possible. It honesty looks like she's possessed.

"Yeah, my parents are huge horror film fans." And in hopes that the questions stop there's a long awkward pause..."So do you want me to wait for you or...

*[[Ask her to stay until your mom gets there]]
*[[Tell Clarice she can leave]]

[[Category: A Fall Stranger]]

Screw it, have her take you to the hospital

Memedaddy — Sat, 07 Jul 2018 01:26:55 GMT

Memedaddy:

"I'll take whatever the hell I can get at this point.'' Now you can't'' see'' it but based on that random ass pause she just made, you're pretty sure she just smirked.

She hoists you up onto her shoulder, and you slowly but surely make you're way out the forest. Damn, for someone who feels pretty damn skinny, she sure can lift. Eventually you reach her bike, and feel like a idiot since she actually parked next to the creek; a smart and memorable location. I mean you can literally hear the water from like three miles away! She mounts you on, and you taking your wobbly ankles swing onto the side. You wrapped you're bruised shoulders around hers, and try to close your eyes until you reach the hospital. Her hair smells like pine trees, drawing you back into those teepee Summers with Jackson...

"We're here." she says abruptly really killing your nostalgia

You quickly hop off,ready to head into the sliding doors when you're struck with a pain of gratitude.

"Thanks- I really appreciate this... sorry I didn't catch you're name?' you mutter

"Don't sweat it, and it's Clarice."

"Woah, like from the movie?

She stares at you for a long moment, and proceeds to roll her eyes back as humanely possible. It honesty looks like she's possessed.

"Yeah, my parents are huge horror film fans." And in hopes that the questions would stop Clarice stops talking to you. Luckily the hospital isn't to far now...

*[[Arrive at the hospital]]

[[Category: A Fall Stranger]]

Screw it, have her take you to the hospital

Memedaddy — Sat, 07 Jul 2018 01:24:39 GMT

Memedaddy:

"I'll take whatever the hell I can get at this point.'' Now you can't'' see'' it but based on that random ass pause she just made, you're pretty sure she just smirked.

She hoists you up onto her shoulder, and you slowly but surely make you're way out the forest. Damn, for someone who feels pretty damn skinny, she sure can lift. Eventually you reach her bike, and feel like a idiot since she actually parked next to the creek; a smart and memorable location. I mean you can literally hear the water from like three miles away! She mounts you on, and you taking your wobbly ankles swing onto the side. You wrapped you're bruised shoulders around hers, and try to close your eyes until you reach the hospital. Her hair smells like pine tree, drawing you back into those teepee Summers with Jackson...

"We're here." she says abruptly really killing your nostalgia

You quickly hop off,ready to head into the sliding doors when you're struck with a pain of gratitude.

"Thanks- I really appreciate this... sorry I didn't catch you're name?' you mutter

"Don't sweat it, and it's Clarice."

"Woah, like from the movie?

She stares at you for a long moment, and proceeds to roll her eyes back as humanely possible. It honesty looks like she's possessed.

"Yeah, my parents are huge horror film fans." And in hopes that the questions would stop Clarice stops talking to you. Luckily the hospital isn't to far now...

*[[Arrive at the hospital]]

[[Category: A Fall Stranger]]

Screw it, have her take you to the hospital

Memedaddy — Sat, 07 Jul 2018 01:24:06 GMT

Memedaddy:

"I'll take whatever the hell I can get at this point.'' Now you can't'' see'' it but based on that random ass pause she just made, you're pretty sure she just smirked.

She hoists you up onto her shoulder, and you slowly but surely make you're way out the forest. Damn, for someone who feels pretty damn skinny, she sure can lift. Eventually you reach her bike, and feel like a idiot since she actually parked next to the creek; a smart and memorable location. I mean you can literally hear the water from like three miles away! She mounts you on, and you taking your wobbly ankles swing onto the side. You wrapped you're bruised shoulders around hers, and try to close your eyes until you reach the hospital. Her hair smells like pine tree, drawing you back into those teepee Summers with Jackson...

"We're here." she says abruptly really killing your nostalgia

You quickly hop off,ready to head into the sliding doors when you're struck with a pain of gratitude.

"Thanks- I really appreciate this... sorry I didn't catch you're name?' you mutter

"Don't sweat it, and it's Clarice."

"Woah, like from the movie?

She stares at you for a long moment, and proceeds to roll her eyes back as humanely possible. It honesty looks like she's possessed.

"Yeah, my parents are huge horror film fans." And in hopes that the questions would stop Clarice stops talking to you. Luckily the hospital isn't to far now...

*Arrive at the hospital

[[Category: A Fall Stranger]]

Screw it, have her take you to the hospital

Memedaddy — Sat, 07 Jul 2018 01:23:22 GMT

Memedaddy:

"I'll take whatever the hell I can get at this point.'' Now you can't'' see'' it but based on that random ass pause she just made, you're pretty sure she just smirked.

She hoists you up onto her shoulder, and you slowly but surely make you're way out the forest. Damn, for someone who feels pretty damn skinny, she sure can lift. Eventually you reach her bike, and feel like a idiot since she actually parked next to the creek; a smart and memorable location. I mean you can literally hear the water from like three miles away! She mounts you on, and you taking your wobbly ankles swing onto the side. You wrapped you're bruised shoulders around hers, and try to close your eyes until you reach the hospital. Her hair smells like pine tree, drawing you back into those teepee Summers with Jackson...

"We're here." she says abruptly really killing your nostalgia

You quickly hop off,ready to head into the sliding doors when you're struck with a pain of gratitude.

"Thanks- I really appreciate this... sorry I didn't catch you're name?' you mutter

"Don't sweat it, and it's Clarice."

"Woah, like from the movie?

She stares at you for a long moment, and proceeds to roll her eyes back as humanely possible. It honesty looks like she's possessed.

"Yeah, my parents are huge horror film fans." And in hopes that the questions would stop Clarice stops talking to you. Luckily the hospital isn't to far now...

*Arrive at the hospital

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Screw it, have her take you to the hospital

Memedaddy — Sat, 07 Jul 2018 01:19:28 GMT

Memedaddy:

"I'll take whatever the hell I can get at this point.'' Now you can't'' see'' it but based on that random ass pause she just made, you're pretty sure she just smirked.

She hoists you up onto her shoulder, and you slowly but surely make you're way out the forest. Damn, for someone who feels pretty damn skinny, she sure can lift. Eventually you reach her bike, and feel like a idiot since she actually parked next to the creek; a smart and memorable location. I mean you can literally hear the water from like three miles away! She mounts you on, and you taking your wobbly ankles swing onto the side. You wrapped you're bruised shoulders around hers, and try to close your eyes until you reach the hospital. Her hair smells like pine tree, drawing you back into those teepee Summers with Jackson...

"We're here." she says abruptly really killing your nostalgia

You quickly hop off,ready to head into the sliding doors when you're struck with a pain of gratitude.

"Thanks- I really appreciate this... sorry I didn't catch you're name?' you mutter

"Don't sweat it, and it's Ray

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Screw it, have her take you to the hospital

Memedaddy — Mon, 23 Apr 2018 06:36:51 GMT

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"I'll take whatever the hell I can get at this point.'' Now you can't'' see'' it but based on that random ass pause she just made, you're pretty sure she just smirked.

She hoists you up onto her shoulder, and you slowly but surely make you're way out the forest. Damn, for someone who feels pretty damn skinny, she sure can lift. Eventually you reach her bike, and feel like a idiot since she actually parked next to the creek; a smart and memorable location. I mean you can literally hear the water from like three miles away! She mounts you on, and you taking your wobbly ankles swing onto the side. You wrapped you're bruised shoulders around hers, and try to close your eyes until you reach the hospital. Her hair smells like pine tree, drawing you back into those teepee Summers with Jackson...

"We're here." she says abruptly really killing your nostalgia

You quickly hop off,ready to head into the sliding doors when you're struck with a pain of gratitude.

"Thanks- I really appreciate this... sorry I didn't catch you're name?' you mutter

"Don't sweat it, and it's Ray

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Umpf Umpf

Memedaddy — Mon, 23 Apr 2018 06:14:42 GMT

Memedaddy:

Shit, something's hitting you hard. You can barely open your eyes because your head hurts that fucking much. But from what you can make out it seems to be a girl; anywhere from 15-17.

"Hey, are you still alive?" she asks.

"What do think Sherlock?" fuck, you're pretty sure she kicked into your bruises. "Can you take me to the hospital?" you ask in-between soft groans.

"Fine, but I've only got a bike, so you'll have to ride on my back."

For a brief moment in-between the pain, clarity comes to mind. What the fuck are you doing??? You're in the middle of the dark forest (it's probably 3 or 4 am) and this random ass girl starts kicking you. Why are you trusting this bitch to take you to the hospital? For all you know she's a serial killer who's just found her next victim... I mean how desperate are you right now??

*[[Screw it, have her take you to the hospital]]
*[[Wait till morning, or until the police find you]]

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Umpf Umpf

Memedaddy — Mon, 23 Apr 2018 06:14:15 GMT

Memedaddy:

Umpf Umpf

Memedaddy — Mon, 23 Apr 2018 06:11:50 GMT

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Climb a tree and see if you can find an exit

Memedaddy — Mon, 23 Apr 2018 05:58:58 GMT

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Yo find what you believe to be a pretty hearty tree, and start climbing from the trunk. You're actually in pretty good shit, it only takes you about two minutes to reach the top. Sadly, the tree isn't. Your last few moments of consciousness involve you quickly scanning the forest for a gap within the trees, a snap of the branch, aaaand plummeting to the ground making contact with a big ass rock...

*[[Umpf Umpf]]

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A Fall Stranger- lost

Memedaddy — Mon, 23 Apr 2018 05:47:11 GMT

Memedaddy: Created page with 'Fuuuuck, the sun is setting and you're lost in the fucking woods. This is fucking great. Especially since your mom is gonna be home by 8, and notice her fucking pack is missing. …'

Fuuuuck, the sun is setting and you're lost in the fucking woods. This is fucking great. Especially since your mom is gonna be home by 8, and notice her fucking pack is missing. Goddamn, you can already here the, " I'm so disappointed in you" speech coming now. You could keep trying to find your way out, but if those two years of Boy Scouts taught you anything, unless you're Bear Grylss keep your ass where it is. Decisions, decisions. You can either...

*[[Climb a tree and see if you can find an exit]]
*[[Get cozy, and set up "camp' for the night]]
*[[Keep wandering in the woods like a fucking idiot]]

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Head towards forest

Memedaddy — Mon, 23 Apr 2018 05:41:45 GMT

Memedaddy:

It's such a so crispy outside. The sun is starting to set, and its still warm out. You quickly light a cigarette while taking int the beautiful sunset. The taste of nicotine on your breath is comforting; contrasting the light aroma of pine. You step towards the woods, trying to find your old hangout.

Fifteen minutes into your walk you finally see it- what to many would seems to just be a random ass array of sticks, were your best summer nights. You and Jackson built a "tree house" here (ambitious for 4th graders) and it was pretty fucking cool. When it was set up it looked like a decent Indian teepee, and it was rather spacious. Eventually the teepee became the summer hotspot; hosting as many many campouts and creek lunches as possible. It was a real damn shame when you and Jackson took it down. Honestly, you can't even remember what the fight was about (pretty sure someone got jealous because they we're hanging out with the popular kids...) anyways, it involved Jackson getting pissed and he destroyed the teepee.

Eventually you two moved on, but rebuilding the teepee seemed to defeat the "symbolism" of it being destroyed. So you two rebuilt it closer to the lake. You know for skipping rocks and all that good shit. You search for you're new teepee but you seem to have gotten [[A Fall Stranger- lost|lost]]

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Head towards forest

Memedaddy — Mon, 23 Apr 2018 05:35:44 GMT

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It's such a so crispy outside. The sun is starting to set, and its still warm out. You quickly light a cigarette while taking int the beautiful sunset. The taste of nicotine on your breath is comforting; contrasting the light aroma of pine. You step towards the woods, trying to find your old hangout.

Fifteen minutes into your walk you finally see it- what to many would seems to just be a random ass array of sticks, was your best summer nights. You and Jackson built a "tree house" here (ambitious for 4th graders) and it was pretty fucking cool. When it was set up it looked like a decent Indian teepee, and it was rather spacious. Eventually the teepee became the summer hotspot; hosting as many many campouts and creek lunches as possible. It was a real damn shame when you and Jackson took it down. Honestly, you can't even remember what the fight was about (pretty sure someone got jealous because they we're hanging out with the popular kids...) anyways, it involved Jackson getting pissed and he destroyed the teepee.

Eventually you two moved on, but rebuilding the teepee seemed to defeat the "symbolism" of it being destroyed. So you two rebuilt it closer to the lake. You know for skipping rocks and all that good shit. You search for you're old teepee but you seem to have gotten

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Go outside for a smoke

Memedaddy — Tue, 17 Apr 2018 04:45:40 GMT

Memedaddy:

It's been at least 15 minutes and now the silence is unbearable. You need a smoke, like seriously. You rummage through your mom's drawer. She says she's quitting but you ''highly'' doubt that. I mean even you can't help it... at times. Honestly it's Jeremey fucking fault; he's got you hooked on that shit since like 8th grade. Little did you know how useful it'd be as a shitty coping mechanism. When you started giving a fuck about your dad not being here- it was like a pack a day? It also doesn't help how accessible it was at home; so you'd never needed to get a fake id or anything. I mean- you're not a fucking addict; it's the equivalent of people having a smoke after sex...this time it's more stress... You're honestly kinda shocked how after 10+ years your mom still puts here smokes in the same place. You would've wised up- and on that note it's time to head outside...

*[[Head towards river]]
*[[Head towards forest]]

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Go outside for a smoke

Memedaddy — Tue, 17 Apr 2018 04:45:03 GMT

Memedaddy:

It's been at least 15 minutes and now the silence is unbearable. You need a smoke, like seriously. You rummage through your mom's drawer. She says she's quitting but you ''highly'' doubt that. I mean even you can't help it... at times. Honestly it's Jeremey fucking fault; he's got you hooked on that shit since like 8th grade. Little did you know how useful it'd be as a shitty coping mechanism. When you started giving a fuck about your dad not being here- it was like a pack a day? It also doesn't help how accessible it was at home; so you'd never needed to get a fake id or anything. I mean- you're not a fucking addict; it's the equivalent of people having a smoke after sex...this time it's more stress... You're honestly kinda shocked how after 10+ years your mom still puts here smokes in the same place. You would've wised up- and on that note it's time to head outside...

*[[Go to the river]]
*[[Go into the forest]]

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Go outside for a smoke

Memedaddy — Fri, 06 Apr 2018 06:02:11 GMT

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A Fall Stranger-Art (Remember to come back and actually add stuff here)

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Art-Day 1

Memedaddy — Thu, 05 Apr 2018 18:07:06 GMT

Memedaddy: Created page with 'After the end of lunch you head to art class. Now...you really couldn't give one fuck about this class you need to fill in some extra elective; and seeing it's you're last year y…'

After the end of lunch you head to art class. Now...you really couldn't give one fuck about this class you need to fill in some extra elective; and seeing it's you're last year you're not trying to fuck yourself over with unnecessary work. Speaking of fucking over- Miss Brown being your teacher is a nice bonus. She's young, gentle, and smart. Oh, and having a nice pair of tits just sweetens the deal. But while you and every other guy in school would love to a giant fuck fest with her, she's engaged. They're actually in love with each other too; every day he picks her up and he always has some thoughtful shit with him. You remember last year he got the whole school involved to propose. Literally it was some flash-mob bullshit, and he bought all these roses. To say the least, it would give Disney some fucking competition. The only thing is...his charming demeanor is almost suspicious; point blank- he's gay. The theory being this is all just a ploy to please his parents. And Miss Brown is so fucking nice, it won't hit her till she's 80, with 10 grandchildren, attending his funeral and realizing why his "best friend" was a little too emotional at the funeral.
You breeze through Art class. I mean it is the first day. All Miss Brown does is a brief introductory; then you head outside to sketch some nature scenes. After class it's time for study hall; but that's interfering with try-out so you can either skip (obviously) or let your anxiety get the best of you, and miss try-outs?
*[[Tryouts]]
*[[Chicken out]]
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I'd rather starve

Memedaddy — Thu, 05 Apr 2018 18:04:47 GMT

Memedaddy:

You decide you can handle going hungry. So now its time to look for Jackson; he might be decent today and share some food. Honestly he'd give you his kidney, but he stops at sharing a sandwich. You spot him near the door leading to the pavilion. He's sitting with the majority of the team and some good ol' friends. You immediately pull out your signature finger snap and wink combo. You get a few side smiles, a couple heys, and a round of claps. You sit down to a number of hands patting you on the back, and amping you up for the new season. Now that they've taken the bait, it's time to reel it in. You start of with a simple glare.

Good, good, they're curious to see what you're looking at. Ah ha, they've noticed you're starting at lunch. Now it's time to "search" your backpack for your meal. "Damn" you mutter looking puzzled and defeated.

"You good?" Thomas Jenkins speaks from the crowd.
"It's nothing man, I just can't seem to find my lunch." You pretend to review this morning's routine. Then once again a brief and frantic search for your lunch in the backpack; now let's explore our pockets for some "money". "Shit." you exclaim. All eyes are on you... now who is the one to selflessly offer their lunch to you?

Everyone's eyes dart to Jackson, he's your best friend of course he'll give you some food, right? Jackson's returns your awkward glances with an even colder glance. Phil Evan's feeling the silence, motions you half of his chicken wrap; it seems to be a Cesar wrap even better. "Thanks '''Phil,'''" you make sure to end on a deafening tone, mostly to guilt Jackson. It eventually works out, but not from your persistent sullking, but rather the uncomfortable glances, the table passes at Jackson.

Realizing your plan, Jackson bitterly gives in, and splits his array of fruit, and a cheese stick. You then continue to enlighten the table with your summer stories, and frivolous dares. You all agree to do some thing the upcoming Friday and now its onto to your final classes.

*[[Art-Day 1]]

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Math- Day 1

Memedaddy — Thu, 05 Apr 2018 18:03:21 GMT

Memedaddy:

Math, the class where you fantasize, If Ashley consumes one quart of bleach within five minutes, how many minutes will it be before she dies? Seriously, it's not that you hate math, actually, you're pretty good at it. But you're pretty sure Calculus is gonna throw you a curve ball because who the in the literal fuck, can naturally take the concept of A and B divide it by X, then graph it and somehow get a real number?! It also doesn't help that Mr. Hemlee, is boring as hell. You'd rather listen to nails being scraped against a chalkboard then hear him talk; at least there'd be some variety. As you enter the class you spy Jackson, which is honestly a relief to such a stressful and depressing morning. You quickly grab the seat next to him (which is luckily towards the back) and feverishly start bashing everybody. The class ends with you and Jackson about to explode with laughter from guessing just how boring Hemlee is. Seriously, he's the type of guy who only fucks his wife missionary- once a month. If his coffee has a dash of cream or sugar in it, his whole fucking day is ruined. You guys exit the class dying of laughter; planning to meet up for lunch. Now it's time to head onto your next class. Which is...
*[[Art-Day 1]]
*[[English- Day 1]]
*[[History-Day 1]]

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Math- Day 1

Memedaddy — Thu, 05 Apr 2018 18:03:08 GMT

Memedaddy:

Math, the class where you fantasize, If Ashley consumes one quart of bleach within five minutes, how many minutes will it be before she dies? Seriously, it's not that you hate math, actually, you're pretty good at it. But you're pretty sure Calculus is gonna throw you a curve ball because who the in the literal fuck, can naturally take the concept of A and B divide it by X, then graph it and somehow get a real number?! It also doesn't help that Mr. Hemlee, is boring as hell. You'd rather listen to nails being scraped against a chalkboard then hear him talk; at least there'd be some variety. As you enter the class you spy Jackson, which is honestly a relief to such a stressful and depressing morning. You quickly grab the seat next to him (which is luckily towards the back) and feverishly start bashing everybody. The class ends with you and Jackson about to explode with laughter from guessing just how boring Hemlee is. Seriously, he's the type of guy who only fucks his wife missionary- once a month. If his coffee has a dash of cream or sugar in it, his whole fucking day is ruined. You guys exit the class dying of laughter; planning to meet up for lunch. Now it's time to head onto your next class. Which is...
*[[Art-Day 1]]
*[[Math- Day 1]]
*[[History-Day 1]]

[[Category: A Fall Stranger]]