Why exactly did you click this post? Well, if you like what I have to offer, here it goes.
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I need guest bloggers. If you’re interested, click me. If you’re not, I won’t spend my life locked in my room just because you don’t care about a person’s feelings.
I am reading something I am not supposed to read.
I am still reading and I don’t know why.
I am about to peep through a blogger’s secret.
I know I might humiliate this blogger but I do not care.
My inquisitive side is killing me.
I am hyped up to know this secret.
I am about to know.
I am about to.
I am about to realize that I am fooled.
In this particular moment I knew I screwed up, bad.
I braced myself for what the future has imposed for me. For a brief moment, my mind did a quick recap as if, well, not as if but actually a minute ago.
Excitement pulsed through me as the view of the skate park came within sight. With new found skills, I was ready to show off. The thought of showing off opened my mind to the fact that my pride would someday kill me, maybe now.
Anyway, along with the skateboard I forwarded down the slope, gaining speed and prepared myself for the trick. Other people’s eyes stayed on me, feeding my pride. As soon as the slope elevated, I kicked down my back foot, resulting in a popping sound, and sliding my front foot. The ollie was successful, escalating my height from the ground. Next objective: do a vertical pop shove it. My feet slid off from the board. And that’s when I knew I screwed up.
I fell face plant on the ground, but, momentum was not yet done with me. Since my legs were still suspended in the air, momentum rotated my body three times. I blacked out.
When I came to, pain was everywhere and my eyes only can glimpse the fluorescent light, blocked slightly by figures in which I guessed were doctors. I closed my eyes.
Moral: Never let pride control you or face the consequences.
No, this is not my experience. It’s just daydreaming. We don’t have skate parks here and I don’t even know how to ollie.
Read carefully.
I will easily exploit my fake readers through a method kids use. To clarify that here is an example:
“Whoever has food, raise your hand. “
Ready?
Whosoever “likes” this post did not actually read the post and for that, they are simply nothing but complete douche bags. However, whoever ( however and whoever are anagrams… I think ) comments down, ” I read this post ” are true loyal readers and deserve some respect and total bad-ass like this:
Now copy all that and post in your blog. Don’t forget to pingback to me because I may not know who you are, but I will find you and I will eat you.
Peace out! 😀
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Featured Image: Luiscar74
Second Image: Google Images, cool guys don’t look at explosions
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