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Started March 01, 2019 by Deleted user

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I have iconic hiccups. They sound like a cat scream-meowing in falsetto. They're insanely loud and I get so many looks and questions, but there's nothing I can do about it.

I don't really sneeze
I do that thing where you just kind of
ïñ†êrñålïzê it
And people never know if I'm actually sneezing

My laugh is either kind of cute or an elf on steroids

And my cough just sounds like a normal cough, ig

I do that thing where you just kind of
ïñ†êrñålïzê it

People who do this fear nothing. In fact, I fear you.

My laugh sounds either like a demon who's come to seduce you into hell, or a yandere
My sneeze is internalised
My cough is killing me :)

I do that thing where you just kind of
ïñ†êrñålïzê it

People who do this fear nothing. In fact, I fear you.

The only thing I fear is Michael Jackson

any sound that comes out of my chest sounds like I've been a reanimated corpse for the last hundred years

My laugh is either me shaking because I'm laughing in my head, or me cackling. There's no in between
My friend hiccups in a way that sounds nothing like mine, but apparently everyone thinks it'ss how my hiccups should sound

I do that thing where you just kind of
ïñ†êrñålïzê it

People who do this fear nothing. In fact, I fear you.

The only thing I fear is Michael Jackson

hehee

any sound that comes out of my chest sounds like I've been a reanimated corpse for the last hundred years

You say that like you haven't been a reanimated corpse for the last hundred years

Aw Ella beat me to it

I do that thing where you just kind of
ïñ†êrñålïzê it

People who do this fear nothing. In fact, I fear you.

The only thing I fear is Michael Jackson

hehee

no

one fabulous lookin corpse as well
how do you do it

My laugh sounds like The Predator, a dying horse, barely audible wheezing, a cackle, or just one loud scream. Or it's just a fast release of air.

Aw Ella beat me to it

no

Tbh Michael Jackson's a freak, I don't blame you

any sound that comes out of my chest sounds like I've been a reanimated corpse for the last hundred years

You say that like you haven't been a reanimated corpse for the last hundred years

why you gotta out me like this?

(it's been over 500 darling, there's no way I was born in any time period but Elizabethan Renaissance XD)

one fabulous lookin corpse as well
how do you do it

People sacrifice their souls to me, Muffin.

one fabulous lookin corpse as well
how do you do it

People sacrifice their souls to me, Muffin.

Bullshit. Nie sold me his soul in April and I'm no prettier than I was

Tbh Michael Jackson's a freak, I don't blame you

"Annie, are you okay?" He asks– Well, sings. The year is 1988. I am Annie.
"No," I cry, "I am not okay."
Still, he chants: "So, Annie are you okay?"
I scream louder. "No, Michael! I am not okay! I am not okay!" Tears stream down my face and onto the carpet.
"Are you okay, Annie?" He continues to sing as he moonwalks across the carpet. I'm under a table now, trying to hide from him. Little did I know this action would be referenced in the song as well– 'She ran underneath the table.'
"You're tearing this family apart, Michael!" I yell as I begin to fear for my own life. "Please, Michael, stop!"
Michael does not stop. My life flashes before my eyes as he knocks over a kitchen chair with an aggressive pelvis thrust.
"You've been hit by- You've been hit by- A smooth criminal!" He sings, pressing his fedora to his waist. I faint. Sirens scream in the distance.

what the hee-heecking fuck was that

Reanimated corpse, you say?
:)

Dear God

what the hee-heecking fuck was that

You know what that was.
You can't keep avoiding the truth.
I am Annie. You are Annie.
We are all Annie.

I don't understand the context in which you are referring to us as Annie, but I'm pretty sure I don't have the same fear as you do, and I can only offer my sympathies.

I just told this story in a group pm with a few of the other crackheads on this site
and I decided to ruin y'all's day with it too
When I was in third grade we were playing tag in gym and this dude tried to tag me but I fell and slid on my knees for like six feet I wish I was exaggerating, it was truly magical
And he was sliding on his feet behind me
And then I somehow came to a stop and like hit his knees and his dangle wangle went to the back of my neck and I could feel it swinging
I've been emotionally scarred ever since
I'm literally cackling in my room as I remember this

Dear rudeness chat: go fuck yourself in a ditch! There's literally three things to your personality and none of them are even personality traits. I don't know how anyone can stand you for more than three minutes, let alone LIKE you.

are you doing alright, love?

I don't really sneeze
I do that thing where you just kind of
ïñ†êrñålïzê it

Ah, yes, the internalizing.
Sometimes I just scream then internalize the sneeze.
So it's just a scream_^squeak

Reanimated corpse, you say?
:)

there she is

Reanimated corpse, you say?
:)

there she is

If you stand in front of a mirror and say "reanimated corpse" three times, Yorick, Lavenza, and I will show up at your house.