It started out on a sunday morning. It was bright yet chilly. I had no clue what I was doing. I sat down and read my newspaper that I had purchased in my local shop the night before. It was a sunday moring edition that is sent out to the areas that cant get the city final in time.

So there I was reading my paper with no care in the world. I was reading a delightful story about naked celeberty's and what they did last week. "Yes I dont give a stuffing about them." Thats what I was thinking at the time. Look at me Im talking to myself. I think Im going insane I was thinking. Me go insane? nah, you really got to know me before you really figure out whats wrong with me.

So anyway back to the story. There I was eating my breakfast with no cares or troubles, thinking I was going insane. Whcih I was or am or one or the other. Then there was a loud knock on the door. It was a cop. I was thinking, wtf does this guy want. I salmmed the door in his face and went back to my breakfast. Another knock came...this time a stern vocie called out "Open the door or we'll knock it down!" It was obious they had a megaphone. I reluclantly went with them to the station. Al the time talking to myself.

I was quizzed for hours about a murder last night. They found my dna on the body and they had ctv evidence. I was taken to court the next day and was given the death sentence. "Any last words?"

"Yes!" I replied. "hehehe sahmon mother ****er!"

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The End?
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Yes that was crap and boring well you know what....
"Sahmon mother ****er!"

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I think Im dumb, maybe just happy - Kurt cobain