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GT Jr.: Daddy, can I try some of that? Me: Sure, I don't mind. Narrator Voice: Actually, he did mind. Me: Dude! |
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Me: I’ll just have one more drink; it’s not like anything bad could happen! Narrator: Actually, bad things could happen, and will. Me: Like I said, I’ve had enough to drink... in fact, I’m even gonna Uber my way home? Narrator: That’s right. Me: But first I might get a lottery ticket. Narrator: ... Me: And pick the winning numbers. Which are... Narrator: He would in fact get the lottery ticket, and the numbers he picked would not win. Me: Alright, I’ll pick different numbers, then. Narrator: But you don’t know what the numbers were, though... Me: Which ones lost? Narrator: ... Me: Alright, which number was the powerball? Narrator: Fine, 8. Me: **after quizzing the Narrator for awhile finally annoys them gets all the other numbers and buys a ticket** Narrator: Hey, I could lose my job over this! Me: I’ll be happy to narrate your autobiography! Narrator: gently caress it, we both lived happily ever after. Happy? Me: Duh! Narrator: Lol! |
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Sep 8, 2019 01:24
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Me: I'm gay Narrator: He's gay |
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Sep 8, 2019 01:52
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Me: *passes Narrator a joint*
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Sep 8, 2019 02:38
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Narrator: we knew that he was, but what was i?
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Sep 8, 2019 03:14
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Stoner Sloth posted:Me: *passes Narrator a joint* Narrator: Stoner Sloth was so high that he forgot I was only a disembodied voice following him around and could not accept nor smoke a joint. However, I appreciated the sentiment. |
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Sep 8, 2019 03:39
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please call this special narrator complaint number and we'll send some people over to take the bad narrator anyway
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Sep 8, 2019 04:41
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google THIS posted:GT Jr.: Daddy, can I try some of that? |
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Sep 8, 2019 06:16
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Narrator: During this relentlessly long and dark night he sat there, crying. His situation was hopeless and he knew there was no way out of this. All that he has accomplished, all that he has won and still he ended up like this. He forgot how long he sat there, desperate. Me: Alright, look, I'm sorry I said this, but for love of God, could you please hand me the toilet paper now? Narrator: His whimpering was flushed away by the noise of the rain hitting his window. No one was coming to save him.
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and so they posted a thread about the voice, thinking that if they externalize this psychosis, maybe it'll dissolve like tears in the rain.
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