A Breif Statement
Today is a day unlike any other day. People are doing what they do every other day. This is the most boring town in the world. Nothing ever goes on. If something doesn't happen soon someone's gonna have to die. Wait a minute, I'm the writer I can do anything that I want.
BAMMM
There is now one less old fart in this town. What happened? He died. HAHAHAHAHAHA How did he die? I haven't figured that out yet, so I can't tell you. And even when I do figure it out, I dont know if I'm gonna tell you. AH what the hell, here it goes.
The old man looked down to see a knife protruding from his wrinkly old chest. He could feel a pain in his chest, was it from the knife, or was he having another heart attack, you can never tell with old people. The next thing he knew, well he didn't know anything after that, cause he was dead, dead as his old hag wife, dead as dirt, and soon he would be dirt. Don't you just love when things come full circle.
In this town people tend to notice a man with a knive implanted in his chest, these people are nosy as all hell. Yet somehow, nobody saw who the perpetrator of this heinous crime was. Maybe hd decided to stab himself in the chest, but wait a minute he's old, he barely had the strength to pick up a knife. And if he did have the strength his arthritis ridden old man hands would've dropped it.
Well, I'm tired of talking about the old farts in this pansy ass town, so what do you say I end it right here.
THE END
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