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My Name Is...

Okay, let's just get this clear, straight off the bat. We can all agree that some things are plain stupid. And then there're the things which are stoopid with two "o"s. A good deal of the stuff on TikTok can arguably be placed in both. Why? Because now when I hear the word "chicken", even if it has nothing to do with the fowl animal, a little musical ear worm tries to burrow through my brain: "MY NAME IS CHICKY. CHICKY CHICKY CHICKY." I think of the sheer mindlessness of the whole thing and the people dancing to it in a trance. What have we become as a species? "MY NAME IS CHA-CHA. CLAP, CLAP, CHA-CHA-CHA!" I think of the young woman being devoured by her domesticated hound without mercy, a Cerberus straight from Hell, as her family just carries on dancing to the song in sped-up motion. "MY NAME IS CHICKY!" "MY NAME IS CHA-CHA!" Only the views matter at this point. Over 19 million, huh? I've watched Percy Jackson. I can say that they're Lotus-eaters, all of them. "MY NAME IS BOOM-BOOM. BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!" the woman strains to say in tempo with the song, frantically flailing her arms — to dance the dance movements, but also to escape. But it's no use.
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Category:Copypasta
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Memes
Category:Wall of Text
Category:Shortpasta
My Name Is Earl: Lost Episode

It was a Sunday Morning, and my Computer wasn't working, and I had nothing else to do but watch some TV.
I started flipping through channels, but nothing interesting came on...
So I started to look through my DVD drawer, to see if I could find anything worth watching. I found a My Name is Earl DVD Box set, I opened it to see if the disc was still inside. Thankfully, the disc was inside, so I put it in my DVD Player, grabbed some Popcorn, and started to watch.
However, there was no menu or anything. It just started.
The episode wasn't normal...
Inside of the "My Name is Earl" Introduction, all that came up was something saying "UR NEXT 666 SQUIDWARD'S SUICIDE".
Then Earl grabbed me by the penis and pulled me into the TV.
Earl vanished, all that was there was pure black... I started to walk, not knowing where I was going.
THEN A FUCKING SKELETON POPPED OUT AND I DIED!
Fuck you
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:Lost Episodes
Category:And then a skeleton popped out
Category:Im died
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:Shortpasta
My Old House

For some years and months ago, I lived in a house with my mom and sister. The guy we rented the house from told my mom down below the house there was a church. I thought it didn't meant anything.
But one night I was awake, sitting on my computer and surfing on the internet. I heard some creepy noises.
The bathroom door was slammed shut and I also heard plates fall down onto the floor.
I knew it wasn't my sister or mom since they slept that night. It was a really creepy night. These noises scared the hell out of me. Then I remembered. The guy we rented the house from told my mom there was a church down below the house.
Is that the reason why I heard all these noises? Was it ghosts who couldn't find peace? Or was it just my imagination.
Now I live in an apartment. I'm really happy we moved out from that house.
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:COMPUTERS AND INTERWEBZ
Category:Shortpasta
Category:Old Shit
My Orgasmic Monsters

We all love good ol' mobile gameses! None more than the My Singing Monsters. These silly lil doohickeys really brap up a storm *BRAAAAAAAAAP* DARN! That was smelly, anyways, furthermore, without further a dort. I'll tell you my story about such a fun game! (It will become green and vile.)
So we meet in a crisp summer morning. I didn't have to go to school because it was a summer morning. Crisp! I wake up in my disgusting bed bug ridden fortress of dreams, and I wonder while coddled up in the skeets, "What will I will do towill? Let's see!" I know! I check my app store on my android smuck covered tablet. (Everyone has one and if you don't you are not. cool.) What do I see first thing? My Singing Monsters! I watched the trailer and I thought "That's...not so bad?" I hear a bom and a doowa and another bom and a doowa and some other goofy lil trinkets here and there and all around the square! That's it! I'll download that for a pretty penny. I didn't download it for a pretty penny cause it was free but I still downloaded it. Onto the gameplay!
So I go in and I'm on this grassy null. Oh crap! It's a head! (talk about being ahead. LAUGH.) The funny little green creature told me to do things and I said no. "I will not do a tutorial, this is not undertail XD." I quickly, abruptly, and efficiently skipped past the tutorial in a dash of grace... and love and excitement! What's this? A little rocky egg in my external womb. I hatch it immediately, and place it. Woah woah woah... woah... this isn't right. I place the monster and its giant rocky blistered clitoris became inflammed. It grinned at me, and began rubbing the disgusting greenish-grayish lump. It shouted loudly at me, with a big "Ugghhhhhhh!" Jeez Louis! This is a sight to be seen. I thought this game was rated E for Egads! No matter, I decided to forget this horrid sight, and go find me a new egg. Mammott seems pretty cool, plus he's cheap and I saw him on the teaser. Looks like I'm sold! I get his honkey ass and place him once the time is done. Once again, another monster with a big inflamed lump. This one was way more fleshy! Disgusting! The moans got louder as one...two! monsters were moaning on my screen. It was getting serious now. Aieeeeee!
What to do...what to do...? What to do! I have an idea. Lets see a random persons island and figure out this caper. I go to one and it loads up. Then all the sudden...a big chasm of sound rained into my earholes through my silly earphones. Lucky I'm home alone rofl. I was met with about...hrm...20-25 monsters absolutely screeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaming into my tympanic membranes. They all rubbed their round bulbus fat oily disgusting bloated clitorises. What a sight! Amid the chaos, a giant robot named, the rarest of wubboxes, was absolutely destroying a sweet bountiful babe. Her name was parlsona and I fell in love at first sight. The wubbox looked at the screen and said something about being fearful he wont sing!
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Vidya games
Category:DIALOGUE!
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:TOTALLY NOT UNFINISHED U GUIZE
My Pen

I know I might sound crazy. I know this might sound stupid. I know this might sound cheesy... but my pen is haunted. Just listen as I tell you my story about The Pen.
I didn't actually buy the pen, it just appeared in the mail. I remember the day, I found the pen. I brought it inside and laid it down. I wrote a bunch of letters and those things with the pen.
The next day, all the letters I wrote were marked out with the pen. I was so mad. I checked to see if anyone broke in and did this. But I found nothing.
So, I rewrote the letters with the pen and I was going to mail them the next day. When I woke up that morning, the letters were written out again. The only thing that wasn't marked out was the words "Do not try to write with this pen. If you do everything you write will be totally marked out."
Now I found this really weird and stupid. So, I eventually got tired of this pen and threw it away. I found it later that day beside my bed. I broke the pen, but it appeared again on the table... unbroken.
So, I finally burnt the pen in the fireplace. Did it work? Yes! I didn't see the pen for months. I thought I might have actually "killed" the pen.
When I woke up 4 months later, there was... the pen.
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Category:Not Sure if Troll or Trying to Be Serious
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Old Shit
Category:Shortpasta
My Penis Is Too Big

My penis is so large I just cannot lug it around any longer. It is so insanely huge and has caused so many problems in my life. I cannot go to airports as they think I am sneaking something in. so every time I go, I get groped as they try to take my penis off thinking its a bomb. I cannot pleasure women as they are so horrified at the sight of my cock, that they immediately run away. My mother and father disowned me after seeing the length of my shaft. Not only is it extraordinarily long, it is just too thick. I cannot sexually relieve myself as my hands are just too small to masturbate.
My humongous cock has ruined my life. I resent God for cursing me with this large chunk of meat that just drags across the ground. Doctors tell my I will never be able to get a penis reduction as they would have nowhere to put the penis. It would just take up far too much room.
I had a girlfriend when I was a young lad, she loved me for who I was and did not care for this deformity, but one day... I took off my jeans and my penis flung out, smacking her and flinging her out the window. She died 2 hours later in the hospital. She was the only woman who ever loved me. My penis is just... too ginormous. It has caused problems for myself and the people around me. For this reason, I will be ending it all. My penis has taken over my life... but it cannot take over a life that does not exist.
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Category:Copypasta
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Shortpasta
Category:Title that makes babbies laugh
My Phone Is Watching Me

One time I spent an entire day binge-watching the show Scandal. It was the season where the newly elected president was assassinated, so there was a lot of "president assassination" talk. Hours into my binge watching, I was browsing on my phone. As I was reading an article I could faintly see you myself in my phone. As I looked deeper, it was like my selfie camera was on me and I could see everything behind me on my phone. This wasn't a reflection, but someone was using my selfie camera. I freaked out and shut the TV and phone off lol and dropped a poo down my pant leg. This caused my death.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:Im died
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
Category:Shortpasta
My Phone Is a Ghost

I woke up this morning getting a call from my phone. I answered and only heard a heavy breathing on the other side. I hung up and then started crawling down my hallway only to hear my phone ringing again. I crawled back to my room and picked it up and this time it was my stupid son, "heye son". "hey dad" but his voice sounded like an alien. I hung up. I crawled out of my cellar and out into the house. My wife was right where I left her all those years ago, hanging from a rope. She was an alien. If my son was an alien I would have to string him up too. Just, then, my, phone rang and this time it was a facetime, but there was no one on the screen just an empty room. "whaa-". Then he walked into the frame. Spider-man. The ghost of Spider-man. He shot his ghost-web at me through the phone and I deflected it with my combat shield. I took out my Gat. My son walked in looking like an alien and I shot him up. Right behind him walks in none other than fucking Spider-man. I shoot him but I forgot he's a ghost because the bullets go right through him. I thought he was going to eat me or whatever, but to me surprise he walks up and puts a hand on my shoulder and smiles. "You have been choosen by the Elite Spider-man Alien Killing Agency to join our ranks". He handed me a Spider-Man suit. "But remember yung spider, with great power comes great responsibility".
==Part 2==
I woke up this morning in hot sweats, feeling like I just swam a marathon. I had vivid recollections of my dreams cycling through my mind. Crazy dreams about surgery.. and space. I realized I was running late for school and reached for my phone so I could call my dad to wake him up. He's such a heavy sleeper. The phone rang 2 times and my dad picked up, just then I had an asthma attack and couldn't speak so I breathed heavily into the phone. My dad hung up, I used my inhaler real quick and then called him back. "heye son" "hey dad" He hung up. What the hell. My dad can be a douche sometimes. I began my descent down the sketchy ladder that led me out of my damp attic lair. I got down to the second story and the familiar smell hit me. I peeked down the stairs to the kitchen and saw my dad and my mom. My dad has this insane look in his eyes and he starts shooting me.. with a water gun. "WHAT THE HELL DAD YOU'RE A LUNATIC". He didn't even seem to hear me as his attention was now focused behind me. I turn around. And lo and behold, some weirdo was standing in the kitchen in a fucking spider-man suit. I kid you not. Of course, my deranged dad starts shooting him with the water gun too. Now, at this point I'm fed up with my dad's antics and I need to get to school so I slide out the front door as my dad starts talking to this weird spider-man obsessed loser.
I'm walking down my street to school when I suddenly start getting flashbacks from my childhood. Spider-man suit... The day there was a man with a super-man suit on talking to my dad.
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Category:Satire
Category:Ghoooosts
Category:English Class Failure
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
My Poop Defeats Me

So I was eating a hamburger while watching the Simpsons season 7 episode 4 and went to toilet to poop.
Later, I was about to flush it and I heard a "shhh" and whispers.
"Please don't."
"Help Us."
"Get rekt dumbass."
When I heard that I flushed it. All of the sudden a meteorite fell besides me and my uncle was dead.
Anyway, in the meteorite comes out an alien named Bob. How do I know that? Well, he was stupid and killed me. But I lived.
I woke up on my coffin and smashed it with all my power even though I was... already outside the coffin. Then I saw many corpse thingies in the church and a big poop.
"We are yours dumbass!"
"You flushed us!"
"Kill HIM!"
"Not now!'
"lmao when is 2.2 coming out?
"Dieee!"
Then I ran but fell on my grandfather. He told me to ran away. Then, he took out a pistolette and shot the poop alien. He died (my grandfather I mean). Then I see Bob. I eat his feat and feed his foot and came outside. Everyone in the city was dead.
Then I died because my poop choked me.
The end.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Potty Humor
Category:English Class Failure
Category:Im died
Category:Shortpasta
My Precious Daisy

My precious Daisy. My most prized dog on Nintendogs Lab and Friends. I had owned him since I was five, yes he's a boy. The name Daisy was a started name and, being five, I had thought the dog was a girl.
He was a beautiful husky. His fur was white with black patches and I loved him to death. I'd play with him until I had to put away the DS. I'd play with him until I had to go to sleep. I LOVED this dog and I was not about to lose him.
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This story began on a cool spring day when I was playing my favorite game with my favorite dog. Daisy was a champion in disk competitions and I had earned a very big portion of money from his winnings.
We had used our third contest up for today so I went to the day care and picked up Maxine, my German Shepard.
I gave her a bath and dressed her up in a flower color. The color brought out the brown in her eyes and she looked stunning. I knew we would win the agility trial for sure.
After winning I saved my data and noticed the time, 9:30 P.M. I was supposed to be asleep an hour ago! I thought yawning and laying down on the pillow. As I drifted off to sleep all I could think about was entering Daisy in the obedience trail tomorrow.
I had trained long and hard for this moment. I washed Daisy and dressed him in a red white and blue ribbon. We entered the obedience trial as a beginner, since we had not entered before. As I said the commands Daisy obeyed, he won first prize. I was so overjoyed that if I could hug that little dog I would have.
That night I saved and shut the game down. As I lie in my bed something constantly nagged at my brain. "Something is wrong," I thought. I picked up the game and and played through it, everything was fine, I was overreacting.
A few years had passed since I last saw my sweet Daisy. My DS had been broken and I had to wait until Christmas where I was greeted with a shiny blue DSi XL. I searched my room high and low for the game cartridge. I found it at my friend's house about a month later.
I clicked the game in place and turned the DSi XL on. As soon as I saw Daisy my heart sunk. This couldn't be real, games never do this! The dog was nearly a mangy scrap of fur covered in fleas and dirt.
I almost started to cry but I snapped myself out of it. "It's just a game" I thought, but this was just too real.
The smell... That's the first thing I remember. It smelled like filth and death. There were no dead dogs though, Daisy was close to death, but not dead yet. Then I remembered Maxine. I swerved around the room looking for her, occasionally I would press the whistle button, but no dog came.
I saw something small, yellow-white, and shiny by Daisy's paw... I zoomed in on it. It was a skull. Terror surged through me as I realized Daisy must have eaten Maxine. My stomach was turning, my mind was reeling, and worst of all, the smell was growing by the minute.
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Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Vidya games
Category:Pointless Violence
My Psychotic Psychiatrist

I start my day with a good old cup of Joe, then I brush my teeth, then I let my dog out to run around. When letting my dog out I felt the urge to do something almost like I needed something. I finished my morning routine by eating the most important meal of the day, breakfast! The office building across the street from my house needed employees and I don't have a job. I put two and two together and started my résumé.
I worked on my résumé over the night and got up early the following day to finish it. I walked into the office building with hope in my soul. Luckily the boss gave me the job after asking some questions. I couldn't believe I actually got the job and so I partied like there was no tomorrow. The following day, I found my house a mess. There were beer bottles, and confetti, and my boss was going to be here any minute to do a house inspection.
I hurried and cleaned the house. Once I got done cleaning the house and doing my morning routine I waited for his arrival. After two hours I worried that he might have gotten hurt somewhere so I cut on the news to check. I watched the news and heard about this guy named Harriet Beasley getting killed in his home last night. That couldn't have been the boss.
My friend Junior called later that day and told me that I have a drinking problem because I left his house leaving beer bottles in his couch cushions three nights ago and he just found out. Then I thought to myself, I do have a drinking problem, maybe I should get some help before this gets out of hand. After chatting with Junior I set up an appointment with Mr. Michael. He is a five-star psychiatrist who has helped many different people with a diversity of different problems. 
At 8:00 PM I arrived at his establishment and walked in. Mr. Michael greeted me with open arms and he was a little pushy when I tried to tell him my problem. He told me to remember his mantra, "1, 2, 3, alcohol doesn't affect me." This mantra stuck with me throughout the rest of the night. I woke up the next day with the mantra in my head because today was apparently "Booze Day" at the office. I walked outside after my routine and was shocked to see construction workers taking down the office building. 
I asked what was going on and apparently, Harriet Beasley was my boss's name; since he died, no one wanted to take his place so the mayor ordered them to take down the building. I went back to my house still mourning over the loss of my boss and sat down on the couch, it turns out the Police found out that Mr. Michael assassinated Harriet in his house because Harriet framed him for fraud. Now I wonder if I should have taken advice from this crook and I forgot the mantra right after I heard the news, even though it was in my head the whole time.
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Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:That just raises more questions!
My Real Name

What the hell is my real name? Why don't I have one?
What was I thinking before? Everyone, how did I even get here?
What was on my mind before yesterday? Are you thinking about tomorrow?
What was her name? Really, what was it?
What am I even doing? I forgot what it was that they said...
What in God's name have I done? Everyone is staring at me!!
What am I suppose to do? Doesn't matter.
What can I say? Dying is so easy.
What should I do? Running can only last so long, right?
What was I running from? Understanding?
What is it that I am? Must I explain again?
What is my real name?
Someone,
Anyone:
I was murdered.
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Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Morons Attempting Poetry
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Category:Shortpasta
Category:Old Shit
Category:Im died
My Reflection

I don't like thinking about what I'm about to tell you... But I feel I must warn everyone...
It all started when I was 16 years old. I had mates, however I didn't go to school as I had dropped out. Luckily, all of my buddies had dropped out of school as well.
My mother thought she was "glamorous" and "gorgeous", but nobody liked her. She used to boast and about me, saying stuff like:
"My son's dropped from school!" But I don't see how that is impressive. Besides, I was a failure anyway... And one day, I think on a Wednesday, she brought an old mirror from the loft.
"What's that?" I asked, observing the mysterious mirror.
"Oh... it's just an old mirror from your grandmother." 
The way she said that, almost sounded as if she was frightened, but my mother always used to talk like that. I just went back into my room to play video games. This is where things got creepy.
My little sister came into my room. Happy, Joyful and skipping as normal. She said to me, "Brother, why are you allowed to have girlfriends? Can't I have a boyfriend?" I wiped my hand along my face and looked at my hand. There was lipstick on my face, as it came off onto my hand.
"But... I didn't get kissed today..."
Just to make sure it was lipstick, I went to the old mirror in my mother's room. Sure enough, I had lipstick on my cheek. But, this was different... The lipstick on my hand was pink whereas the Lipstick in the mirror was purple... I shook it off, thinking it was just because of the age of the mirror and began playing video games again.
I didn't think anything of the mirror until the next day. When I woke up, the mirror was standing right in front of my bed. I thought this was just a trick played by my little sister but when I looked into the mirror to check for Nat bites, I realized something. The mirror was reversed. In the mirror, it seemed the bed was on the ceiling and everything else was on the ceiling too! This was when I started becoming suspicious.
I brushed my hand against my reflection in the mirror and I felt something clutching my arm. I looked up and saw me, except the reflection had blood red eyes. I pulled my arm backwards and the arm slowly went back into the mirror. Suddenly, two arms grabbed me and pulled me into the distorted dimension!
Sure enough, I was on the ceiling. But the mirror wasn't. I tried jumping for the mirror and even making a pile of things to climb back into the mirror with. No luck.
So here we are, back to the start with me stuck in this corrupted dimension. My only companion is myself. My reflection.
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
Category:DIALOGUE!