This is a serious story as a memorial to those who lost their lives on January 13th 2025
It was a beautiful day, but a big fat shiteing zeppelin came blasting into Tokyo, Taiwan. Peter Griffin was drunk and performing unspeakable acts of adultery to a potted plant, when the Hindenpeter suddenly shit it's pants.
The big blue sausage began to fold space and time, creating an infinitely small and infinitely dense singularity. Then the Fire Nation attacked.
Peter clambered through the singularity unharmed because he's a cartoon character. He then fucking punched a baby.
As this story quickly spirals into the lower end of absolute madness, I'm masturbating to this glorious memorial to those who perished. I now have all of the cancer.
I love you.