tringly was walking down the street one day, eating a stalk of lettuce by the seaside. it was misty and foggy and hailing, perfect emo weather. they squinted 100 yeards in front of them, and there was a figure. triggl was skeptical. "who is that.... what is that?" triangle said to themself. as the figure came closer, trigger saw that it was a woman with nearly 100 layers of foundation, face shiny in the mist. it was eerily farmilr. they gasped. "my sister" said trizzgle, and it hit them.
FU CJKING STOP OH MY GOD















