a story

goddamnithockey:

so this one time I was REALLY HIGH and I ate ALL THE FOOD. I was so full. And then, like the high little bb I was, I read a wikipedia article about strange deaths for the lolz and one was some guy whose stomach exploded because he ate too much. SO THEN I was REALLY SURE I WAS GOING TO DIE and almost called my mom (at 3 am, while STONED) to say goodbye.

I am sharing this embarrassing story in the hopes that one of you will write me a fic in which, at 3 am, one guy answers his phone and this happens:

guy 1: “it’s 3 am wtf”

guy 2: *crying*

guy 1: “are you okay??”

guy 2: *slurring* “I’m sorry… I’m sorry. I just love you so much.”

guy 1: “what”

guy 2: “I ate two pies… and all the ice cream, a bag of chips, the leftover pad thai. cookies. a pizza”

guy 1: 

guy 2: “I’m going to die.” *crying again* “I’m sorry. I just needed to tell you. I love you. I’m sorry. That king on wikipedia died I’m going to be a weird death statistic. I love you.”