I realized in recent times I haven't really posted a greentext only on the blog, so I decided to tell you a great story I should have told you a long time ago: the tale of Perry.
>be me
>be working at grocery store summer job
>it's alright, most the customers are fine
>some are annoying as fuck
>and some are awesome
>Perry was type number 3
>Old war veteran, pushing 90
>Always wore a USS John F Kennedy hat
>He was missing a few teeth, so it was a bit hard to understand him
>but his humor was in tact
>we'd always joke about some of the more stuck-up people at the store
>met everyone with a salute
>Every day around 4 he'd come in
>And buy 2 salmon cakes
>Not crab cakes, mind you
>Salmon cakes
>He thought the crab cakes didn't have enough crab
>he was right.webm
> Is make sure to pick out the best one for him
>Usually that meant going to the back looking for a fresh box
>But honestly it was worth braving the freezer because he honestly made my day most of the time
>after I got him the goods, he usually gave me some pretty good green tea
>always said it's the reason he lived so long
>then he'd go off and talk to people in other departments
>he was pretty well known and liked around the store
>he'd talk to everyone
>just a friendly nice dude
>a breath of fresh air after getting yelled at all day by people who are mad they had to wait 2 minutes for some ground beef
>As summer came to a close, I decided to do something nice for him
>the salmon cakes came in frozen boxes of 48
>they keep pretty well frozen, so I hatch a plan
>talk to my seafood guy
>ask him for a whole box
>he's confused but thinks it's just for a party
>Now, for the next part to make sense, for the longest time, I thought his name was Harry
>I wrote a note thanking him
>Saying he made my day
>Included my phone number
>If you need anything call me!
>Wrote Harry on the front
>The next day
>Finishing up with a customer
>Perry comes up
>Tell him I have something for him
>Give him the box of Salmon cakes
>His face lights up
>He thanks me a ton
>Tell him no problem
>Says it'll last him till Christmas
>Gives me two packets of tea this time
>He happily goes on his way
>And that was the end of it
>Ooor so I thought
>The next day, he shows up
>Hands me a bag and says
>I had to return the favor
>Pic Related
>Open it
>Find his card
>Read it
>OMG HIS NAME WAS PERRY
>Shit.jpg
>Realize I'm an idiot
>But looking at all the kind things he wrote
>I don't think he cared
>Gave me a Marx brothers CD collection
>Wished me well in college
>Honestly one of the nicest things anyone has done for me
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Wednesday, September 13, 2017
9 years part 1
Here is the imgur link to part 1, sorry that part 2 is taking so long!
9 years part 1
And here is the discord link for those that haven't joined but want to
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9 years part 1
And here is the discord link for those that haven't joined but want to
Discord!
Monday, May 22, 2017
A conversation with a Co-Worker
>Be me
>Work at supermarket
>Closing time
>No one is around
>Store is empty
>Closing down the meat department
>Already cleaned all my stuff up
>Meat cutter is closing with me
>Let's call him Paras
>Paras is a dude in his 50s
>Kinda crazy
>Really fun guy to work with
>Sometimes decides to juggle balls of meat
>Very casual, go with the flow kinda guy
>Apparently a huge drug dealer back in the day
>Retired
>He returned to meat cutting because it "called to him"
>Decide to ask him if he wanted to be a meat cutter as a kid
>"No, but I already lived my childhood dream"
>I ask him what that was about
>Paras said it was to play baseball
>Apparently he played baseball for the Padres for a couple of years
>Used meat cutting to help pay for his expences
>He was mostly on the practice team, but still did some stuff
>Quit when his kids were born
>He started talking about his wife
>His highschool sweetheart
>Married for 20 years
>He goes silent
>He starts talking about one of his kids
>She was born with spina bifida and cerebral palsy
>I glace at him for a moment
>I can see the pain in his eyes
>I almost ask him if she's doing ok, but he answers that for me
>"She died when she was 9" paras says solemnly
>Silence
>"I guess I really never got over it"
>Think back to Ghastly
>Tell him most people never get over the death of a loved one
>Tell him about Ghastly and his affect on me
>He understands
>We know each other's pain
>The pain of loss only death can provide
>Want to lighten up the topic
>Talk to him more about his wife
>He goes quiet again
>"I walked in on her cheating on me"
>This man's highschool sweetheart of 20 years
>Cheats on him in front of his eyes
>Gets pregnant
>Paras said he walked out after that
>His other kids understand
>Divorce happens
>That was 9 years ago
>After a couple years of retirement he comes back to meat cutting
>A couple years later I meet him
>His story hit me hard
>This man, living the time of his life
>Living the dream
>Playing baseball
>Having the girl he loved
>Having a wonderful family
>Crushed by reality
>Yet he continues to smile and joke around
>It all makes sense now
>Paras is the sad clown
>Always trying to make people laugh
>So one day, he can forget the pain
>We close up
>We walk out
>The next day he's back to his usual self
>Jolly, always cracking jokes
>But I see the cracks
>I can never unsee the cracks
>Work at supermarket
>Closing time
>No one is around
>Store is empty
>Closing down the meat department
>Already cleaned all my stuff up
>Meat cutter is closing with me
>Let's call him Paras
>Paras is a dude in his 50s
>Kinda crazy
>Really fun guy to work with
>Sometimes decides to juggle balls of meat
>Very casual, go with the flow kinda guy
>Apparently a huge drug dealer back in the day
>Retired
>He returned to meat cutting because it "called to him"
>Decide to ask him if he wanted to be a meat cutter as a kid
>"No, but I already lived my childhood dream"
>I ask him what that was about
>Paras said it was to play baseball
>Apparently he played baseball for the Padres for a couple of years
>Used meat cutting to help pay for his expences
>He was mostly on the practice team, but still did some stuff
>Quit when his kids were born
>He started talking about his wife
>His highschool sweetheart
>Married for 20 years
>He goes silent
>He starts talking about one of his kids
>She was born with spina bifida and cerebral palsy
>I glace at him for a moment
>I can see the pain in his eyes
>I almost ask him if she's doing ok, but he answers that for me
>"She died when she was 9" paras says solemnly
>Silence
>"I guess I really never got over it"
>Think back to Ghastly
>Tell him most people never get over the death of a loved one
>Tell him about Ghastly and his affect on me
>He understands
>We know each other's pain
>The pain of loss only death can provide
>Want to lighten up the topic
>Talk to him more about his wife
>He goes quiet again
>"I walked in on her cheating on me"
>This man's highschool sweetheart of 20 years
>Cheats on him in front of his eyes
>Gets pregnant
>Paras said he walked out after that
>His other kids understand
>Divorce happens
>That was 9 years ago
>After a couple years of retirement he comes back to meat cutting
>A couple years later I meet him
>His story hit me hard
>This man, living the time of his life
>Living the dream
>Playing baseball
>Having the girl he loved
>Having a wonderful family
>Crushed by reality
>Yet he continues to smile and joke around
>It all makes sense now
>Paras is the sad clown
>Always trying to make people laugh
>So one day, he can forget the pain
>We close up
>We walk out
>The next day he's back to his usual self
>Jolly, always cracking jokes
>But I see the cracks
>I can never unsee the cracks
Wednesday, March 29, 2017
Echoes of the past
March 31 is truly a bittersweet day for me. "Why?", you ask? Well shut the fuck up and I'll tell you why! You see kids, three years ago, on march 31 2014, clone wars adventures shut down. "What the hell is that?" "Why is that important?" "Are you a faggot?", you cry, to which I reply STOP ASKING SO MANY QUESTIONS!
Now, where was I? Oh yes, clone wars adventures (or cwa for short) was an MMO game in which you got to play with characters from the tv show of the same name. I used to play that game religiously as a child, I had a lifetime membership, had bought almost every single item in game, and had over 10000 friends. I remember showing people my rare droids and items, it felt amazing. It really got me interested in gaming. Of course, it was really one of the only things that got me through all the harassment and bullying at school. In real life I was a loser, in game I was Dex Extra! Leader of the E.C.G. Crime fighter and all around bad ass! I actually wrote a lot of fiction around my character and posted it online. I still look back and laugh at what a Mary Sue Dex was, and how shitty my writing was. Granted, CWA had its faults, but I was heartbroken when it was shut down. It was what got me through the day half the time. All those boy-scout camp outs of just doing dishes because everyone else forced me to, all those times when people would abuse me, it was all worth it because later I could get on and play CWA.
Clone wars adventures had its faults, it was a rather generic MMO, but to me, it will always and forever be my favorite game.
Now, where was I? Oh yes, clone wars adventures (or cwa for short) was an MMO game in which you got to play with characters from the tv show of the same name. I used to play that game religiously as a child, I had a lifetime membership, had bought almost every single item in game, and had over 10000 friends. I remember showing people my rare droids and items, it felt amazing. It really got me interested in gaming. Of course, it was really one of the only things that got me through all the harassment and bullying at school. In real life I was a loser, in game I was Dex Extra! Leader of the E.C.G. Crime fighter and all around bad ass! I actually wrote a lot of fiction around my character and posted it online. I still look back and laugh at what a Mary Sue Dex was, and how shitty my writing was. Granted, CWA had its faults, but I was heartbroken when it was shut down. It was what got me through the day half the time. All those boy-scout camp outs of just doing dishes because everyone else forced me to, all those times when people would abuse me, it was all worth it because later I could get on and play CWA.
Clone wars adventures had its faults, it was a rather generic MMO, but to me, it will always and forever be my favorite game.
P.s., if anyone has played this game, or know someone who has, or known me in this game, or, hell, even had a similar experice with a game, I would love to get into a Skype call and shoot the shit. I always love hearing people's stories, and I believe everyone should have someone to listen to theirs.
Monday, March 13, 2017
The spray can
This is an age old story from not my childhood, but my father's childhood. It is one of the best stories he's ever told, so I decided to share it here, in greentext form.
>be my dad
>be 11
>brothers and I want to build a treehouse
>not really much of a treehouse, it's only like 2 feet off the ground
>decide if needs some paint
>we can't buy any because we live in middle of buttfuck nowhere West Virginia
>find old rusted can of red spray paint
>can spray anymore
>my brother Dave gets an idea
>"if we break open the can, we can get the paint out!"
>genius.jpg
>run home
>get our hatchet
>put can on rock
>friend and brother hold down can on a rock
>Dave takes the hatchet
>"Stand back anon! You're too young, let us big boys handle this."
>mfw
>Dave hits the can with the hatchet
>you know how it says on the spray can "do not puncture or incinerate"?
>listen to that warning
>the paint can explodes
>red pain goes flying everywhere
>everyone covered in red paint
>ohshit.jpg
>we all run towards the street
>some girls were walking down the road
>we all come running out of the forest
>they see us covered in red paint
>think its blood
>scream and run like hell
>my bros and I get to my house
>have to explain to my parents what happened
>neighbor helps clean up the mess
Never fuck around with paint cans kids
>listen to that warning
>the paint can explodes
>red pain goes flying everywhere
>everyone covered in red paint
>ohshit.jpg
>we all run towards the street
>some girls were walking down the road
>we all come running out of the forest
>they see us covered in red paint
>think its blood
>scream and run like hell
>my bros and I get to my house
>have to explain to my parents what happened
>neighbor helps clean up the mess
Never fuck around with paint cans kids
Monday, January 16, 2017
Jelly or Jam?
>be me
>be about a week ago
>drama class
>playing an improv game called bench game
How bench game works is like this: one person sits on the bench, another tries to get them off in any way possible
>a girl is on the bench
>decide to get her off the bench by saying the most offensive joke I can think of
>walk up to the bench
>sit down
>creepily say
Want to hear a joke? What's the difference between jelly and jam?
>silence
I can't jelly my dick in your ass
>she runs off bench
>class erupts
>half of them are in hysterics from laughing, the other are awkwardly silent
>teacher (who hasn't been paying attention) immediately shuts down the game
Fast forward a day
>walk into drama class
>immediately teacher asks me to apologize
>apparently word got out around school that "shit went down third period"
>we end up having a super awkward conversation about rape
>feel terrible
>teacher and rest of class eventually forgive me
>don't ever want to do improv again out of fear of looking like an autistic sperglord
>be about a week ago
>drama class
>playing an improv game called bench game
How bench game works is like this: one person sits on the bench, another tries to get them off in any way possible
>a girl is on the bench
>decide to get her off the bench by saying the most offensive joke I can think of
>walk up to the bench
>sit down
>creepily say
Want to hear a joke? What's the difference between jelly and jam?
>silence
I can't jelly my dick in your ass
>she runs off bench
>class erupts
>half of them are in hysterics from laughing, the other are awkwardly silent
>teacher (who hasn't been paying attention) immediately shuts down the game
Fast forward a day
>walk into drama class
>immediately teacher asks me to apologize
>apparently word got out around school that "shit went down third period"
>we end up having a super awkward conversation about rape
>feel terrible
>teacher and rest of class eventually forgive me
>don't ever want to do improv again out of fear of looking like an autistic sperglord
Monday, January 9, 2017
Falling in love with a Pokemon, the post that compelled me to make this blog
So here it is., the blog I decided to make. I'm very surprised at the amount of support I've gotten from this greentext, it really means a ton to me. Nothing happened on the cruise described in this story, but I've got a cruise story up my sleeve I'll post here in a bit. Until then, enjoy!Read the story here!
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