Guys 👶👦 I’m at my breaking 💔 point 🈯. Emotionally 😭😡😠 I 👁 wasn’t doing well 😦 today 📅 then, I 👥 come 💦 home 🏘🏡🏠. I 👁 had forgotten 🤔 my stepdad 🐎 was getting 🉐 ready 👍 for a colonoscopy and has been ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ 💩 non ❌ stop 🙅🚫✋ bc 😰 of it. I 👁 enter 🚪 MY ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ 🖕👦 bathroom 🛀. It smells 👃😽 awful 😡 and there’s no 🙅 water 💦👅 in my ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ 🍆 toilet 🚽. I’m at my limit ⌛. I 👁 think 🤔 my stepdad 🐎 has been ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ his 💦 ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ 🖕👦 intestines 😂 out in my toilet 🚽.

Today, a wonderful man-fish thing has died. He brought great joy and peace to everyone around him, and cared for every person that came up to him. Fish-man Joe was truly a saint to us all, and he died eloquent to the end, and was buried, dug up, burned, buried again, then grave robbed, then finally buried halfway this afternoon. “Some may say bleeding out after being stabbed 4 times in the lungs may be a brutal way to die, but he made it so that it was beautiful, and elegant. I will always remember his last words:” “Haha, hey, hold my mead, I’m gonna go juggle those broadswords.” -Patrick O’Macklegan. You will be missed Fish-Man Joe. You will be missed.

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