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This is a story about how I want to literally be Killer Chris. |
| I've had my moments where I literally wanted to be Killer Chris. People keep talking about me being gay. That's why boys are always staring at me and smiling gayley at me. Two of them rub up against me like a stripper sort of. I wish I had a chainsaw so I can slice them open. Right now I just threaten them and give them two middle fingers. That is already enough to scare them. Those people a assholes. |