Person 1: "Oh dude didja hear about the guy who pissed on the moon?"
Person 2: "Who, Eggman?"
Person 1: "Yeah"
Person 2: "Who, Eggman?"
Person 1: "Yeah"
by JayGhost February 25, 2024
A tornado swept through the town.
All the buildings were destroyed, and any human still alive was buried under rubble or evacuated.
And under all the rubble and destruction, there was a gardener.
The gardener had just enough space to kneel, and had dust and dirt all over their face.
They were kneeling over something small and delicate.
A firefighter pulled the rubble away, and saw the trapped gardener.
They pulled the gardener out of the rubble, and saw what they were kneeling over.
A small, white flower.
And the firefighter looked at the gardener in confusion, but they replied simply.
"This flower is my Happiness."
All the buildings were destroyed, and any human still alive was buried under rubble or evacuated.
And under all the rubble and destruction, there was a gardener.
The gardener had just enough space to kneel, and had dust and dirt all over their face.
They were kneeling over something small and delicate.
A firefighter pulled the rubble away, and saw the trapped gardener.
They pulled the gardener out of the rubble, and saw what they were kneeling over.
A small, white flower.
And the firefighter looked at the gardener in confusion, but they replied simply.
"This flower is my Happiness."
by JayGhost February 25, 2024