[Octopath]

Originally Posted by ScaringChildren [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]

The only reason why I play on Thanksgiving is because the many years of built up cheeto dust on my chair has melted and resolidified, causing me to adhere to my chair. It creates a perfect seal, which allows me to poop my pants for warmth while keeping everything else clean.

I also chained my ankle to my desk after that one year my family broke down my door after I refused to answer my phone. Can you believe they tried to drag me outside?

My fat also pours over the sides of my armrests, locking me in tightly, so I couldn't even move if I wanted to.

Occasionally I'll see a rat crawl over the top of my soda can mountain and I'll snatch it for a quick snack. So you could say I had Thanksgiving dinner.

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