thejorie xilast-zurvifferman thejorie jackbecq thejorie 19leahjade96 thejorie madamekagamine thejorie gccgrimm thejorie gucciballs thejorie peble thejorie My three girlfriendsAnd yes they smoke weed do they smoke weed? Yes actually you mean she isnt just smoking a cigarette? but a weed cigarette? It’s called a bunt… Not weed cigarette… And yes it is a weed bunt They all smoke weed bunts before we kiss They are my girlfriends They don’t look like they smoke weed Fuck YouFuck YouFuck YouFuck YouFuck YouFuck YouFuck YouFuck YouFuck YouFuck YouFuck YouFuck YouI’m so angry you are so lucky my three weed smorking girlfriends are rubbing my shoulders to calm me down I’m so mad Your “weed smoking girlfriend” has a Hello Kitty tattoo on her belly The one in the middle I printed out a photo of your avatar and taped it to my punching bag that I punch and I mutter your URL with every strong punch I punch you twerp… Don’t ever Talk about Blaiz or the wicked Tattattoo I drew on her ever again I Don’t wanna see you standing outside my home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again ok leave us alone this is the FINAL FUCKING WARNING Well that escalated quickly…… What was that? Hmm? Come again *Blaiz grabs my shoulder* Come on Jory they aren’t worth it please * I jerk my shoulder shaking her hand off* NO! NOOOOO!!! *starts to just pummel you with my big fucking fists With each blow I let out a furious yell The blows come quicker and harder and the yells get louder I’m yelling so loud and now I’m crying BREAKING POINT The week was hard and I can’t take anymore I’m opening sobbing at this point while you blood gurgle All three of my girlfriends struggle to pull me off and they finally succeed and lead me away from the goo pile that is now your body* haha oh my god who even is this dude? someone needs some anger management classes love how he keeps reminding us that “I HAVE THREE GIRLFRIENDS” “THEY ALL KISS ME” and “THEY SMOKE WEED HURRP DURR” and let’s not forget the “Blaiz” and her “wicked tat” or that he doesn’t “wanna see you standing outside his home at 3 am holding your weird dripping brown bags ever again” and that this is “the FINAL FUCKING WARNING” “the goo pile that is now your body” i’m dying over here jesus please Jory come challenge me to a bout of internet witticsisms i promise it’ll be fun *shoots you dead* Heh idiot…*leaves with my three weed smorking girlfriends to go hold hands and kiss* this dude playin omg Come again? *The bar falls silent No one dares to make a sound as you have just said a very poor choice of words at a very dangerous time I remain slumped over the bar not looking back to you One hand limply holding an almost empty bottle the other hand cradling my head I repeat the question this time louder* Come again?! *You can hear me slur the words the sentence sounds like a real struggle for me to get out I’m clearly intoxicated A bead of sweat rolls down your face as you realize you might have just fucked up in a very major way Everyone else in the bar is pretending to not notice what is going on The bartender idly washes a mug with a cloth His eyes are closed and he’s muttering something to himself A handful of people hurriedly leave One person looks back at you a look of sorrow on their face They almost say something but shake their head and cast their eyes down to the floor and leave But not you You stand petrified A quick look at me reveals I’m still at the bar You look to the exit there’s still time But there’s not there’s not there’s not Your fate was sealed the moment you opened your mouth* Mother fuck what did you say?! *I slowly rise from my stool and being to lumber over to you I look a mess My hair is unkempt I haven’t shaved in what looks like months there are dark heavy bags under my eyes my shirt is stained and has holes in it and I’m missing a shoe But the main thing you notice is the gun tucked into my jeans and my massive muscle arms that look like they were made for punching You know that song about the boots that were made for walking? Yeah it’s like that only instead of boots it’s my muscles and instead of walking it’s punching As I drunkenly sway over to you you think of your family… Will they mourn you or will they try and forget this blotch of stupidity that their child insulted the Jory publicly ever happened to their family? Your thoughts are cut short as I now stand face to face with you I grab your face and pull you even closer* Playin?! There was nothing playing… no playing you fuck No playing… it was real the realest thing I’ve ever know felt… Love I loved them… Blaiz… Chas-Chas… Funk… I loved all three of em… but they…*My face is wet with tears and I’m blinking constantly in vain to hold them back* They left me… left… *Almost instantly the sadness leaves my face and is replaced with pure anger* Playin? Playin?! *My hand leaves your face and starts to head to what you think is the gun You close your eyes and see God looking at you shrugging ‘Pft you brought this upon yourself dude’ He says as he waves his hands at you dismissively But instead of the gun my hands grab yours Your eyes jolt open and the anger is gone from my face There is only sadness* Left me… * I fall to the floor and sob*Wow grow up *You say before you leave the bar but are hit almost immediately from a car and are killed upon impact* Meme

Being alone










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