I push myself out of the ground, letting out of a large gasp for air as I surface. Using the the last of the strength I could muster, I pushed myself out, collapsing onto the green grass.
"What in the hell?" I ask as I stand up, looking over my tombstone.
A person approaching dropped their flowers, and their jaw dropped. I turned my head to look over at them.
"Are you a zombie?" they asked in horror.
"Are you high or something? Dude, I was buried alive!" I told them.
They gave me a confused look, and raised their eyebrow, "But everyone thought you died."
"Unfortunately not." I sarcastically laughed, "You know, if I'm not hit by a truck or something, I'll probably live another sixty or seventy years."
"Oh. Well does this mean you'll go back to writing those fifty-word-pieces-of-random-most-of-the-time-sexual-humor works that people somehow find funny?" the person asked.
"I guess. I mean, I was planning on having thirty chapters." I informed, "Whatever, I best get to it. You love gay porn? I love gay porn. LET'S GET TO IT!"
MEGAN MORSE & GARFIELD LOGAN
can u send me that redtube video of the weird indian dude fucking that white kid with only 4 fingers on his right hand
Oh shit, Garfield realized, he had accidentally sent that text to Megan. In desperation, he began to type again, but not before she texted back.
WTF GAR?
I meant the youtube video of the indian dude kicking the white kid with only 4 fingers on his hand
It was autocorrect sorry
sure it was
Want me to read your mind when I get home?
Wow sis you don't trust me!
Stop watching porn Gar
no.