If a Asian reads this rip in peace

 

Chapter 36: The Retarded Asian Kid

Once upon a time, there was an asian kid, he took his pills. He swore to his mother. He swore to his father. There was nothing in his life that was against the normalcy placed by society into his awareness. He did, in fact, always obey the law. If he didn’t, he would end up in prison.

Even though he never understands his own desire to prolong the inevitable, he did, in fact, decide to, under any circumstance die from his own curse on his brain, from the sheer force of nature that prevented himself from understanding that he was in fact, typing, right now, and no matter how fast he decided to type, it wasn’t him typing.

It takes a slow fucking idiot to believe he can type really fast, but if a retard types like a monkey, the keys end up typing the

mselves.