07-30-2020, 11:26 PM
I wasn't a big fan of weddings, and I hadn't actually planned on coming, especially after I had gotten an invitation from Matt saying "come to my wedding u stupid bby bitch." However, they had asked me to be the flower boy, and I fucking loved throwing things at people, so I had come dressed to the nines in my best suit and comfortable pajama bottoms. I strolled down through the seating to sit with my hell sibling, only to find them dead, surrounded by 69 bottles of apple cider. Or maybe not dead, I couldn't tell. Muttering a little prayer, I dumped my entire basket of flowers on top of them, before shoving them out of their chair and taking it for myself.
I thought I heard the call of an animal nearby, or perhaps just a furry. Enraged by the sound, I picked up one of the many bottles of cider, yeeting it furiously towards the other seats, "GODDAMN IT PERCY, ARE YOU DOING YOUR WEIRD FURRY ROLEPLAY AGAIN?" Fucking furries. I'm so glad I'm not one of them.
I thought I heard the call of an animal nearby, or perhaps just a furry. Enraged by the sound, I picked up one of the many bottles of cider, yeeting it furiously towards the other seats, "GODDAMN IT PERCY, ARE YOU DOING YOUR WEIRD FURRY ROLEPLAY AGAIN?" Fucking furries. I'm so glad I'm not one of them.