Tuesday

With those words, my story was complete. I looked back over my attempt at literature, reading through it again in hopes that everything was okay with it. After perusing it, I concluded that although I had no idea what I had just written, if it was written with the intention of having fun, then I certainly accomplished that objective.

Just then, I was interrupted by an intrusion. Someone was standing behind me, reading over my shoulder. I discovered this when I heard a loud voice erupt from behind me, and that voice bellowed:

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, YOU MOTHERFUCKER?!”

It was... Cheezman!