Exquisite Corpse (y'all are too much)

So here I am, standing in the rain. My soaked clothes cling to me like a sloppy second skin. The storm is so severe there are no cars out, so I’m alone at the center of this four-way intersection. The people of this town are afraid, terrified of the flood already in progress. Of what it’ll do to their property, to their things. But I’m not. Mother nature has never scared me; I love her unconditionally. When you love someone, it can’t be just when they’re good to you. If you only love Mother Nature for her sunny days and not her thundering downpours, then you don’t really love her. Not like I do.

She shines as she continues to watch over us. The never ending sunlight wishing for the best and the grates on my nerves. But, oh well, what the hell.

                What the hell? I’ll tell you what the hell. I come in here every day and, you know, I need some service.

                What does that even mean? ‘Service.’ You got some damn problem, man.

                I got problem? You got problem.

These were the kinds of thoughts that began happening in my vague little mind when Phil was picking my nose and wiping it on my ruby red slippers. It reminded me of being in third grade. My best friend was a tomboy, which is what I wanted to be. It was like, becoming a lifelong dream. She was friends with all the boys like a rude queen that picked her nose and farted openly. I wanted to be the same, but with a lady like edge.

I need more context to what this person was think when they were writing this like what the actual fuck is going on here. Seriously. Im really lost. Like someone please help me. This is making me want to drink bleach while eating morphine as if it were candy. That’s concerning but I know you said it for the meme so imma let it slide. Slide like the slides in the parks burning my skin. Haha slides wouldn’t it be cool if we could not slide on them.  The slides are wet. Bu the temperature is so hot that the slides were roasting hot. Can’t even slide on it. It was not an option but not for me. I know where it’s going to end at the doctor office where my parents will be questioning why this happened. I told them. Guys don’t worry, I’m not gay. I’m pansexual, meaning I have a sexual attraction to cooking pans. It’s something about the handle that get me going, uffff especially the ones that have the rubber cover for extra grip, gets me every time. Don’t get me started on no stick pans lorddddd have mercy there in a league of their own. I got to have me some the urge is so strong it drives me insane. I stop into target just to admire the Christmas decorations. I wanted it all for my house and lawn.

I know someday I will have this; I will fight for what I deserve. I deserve nice things, don’t I? if I work my ass off, why can’t I get everything I want. I don’t understand how I don’t get everything I ask for. Where else are you going to find a plus size stripper.

Mind as well do it myself, I don’t have the balls to do it. It will be cheaper anyways. I strip for him and don’t have to pay for it. Not trying to waste no more money on stupid shit. I need to get my act together.