One blaring summer morning, there was a man with ragged clothes and a scruffy face. This man had seemed to be in allot of pain and suffering in life so i had asked him how his day was going. he had responded “its not been very good my friend.” i had asked him why and he had told me the story of his past. he had said “Well it all started when i was little. My family was poor and i had nothing to help me threw out the day. every hot summer morning on that ant farm was tragic for us. barely any food or water and the only fun we had was leaving face imprints on our walls.” i had asked him what he meant by leaving imprints and he had responded “y didn’t u just ask me?”. i really don’t feel like typing up the rest of this pathetic excuse of a comedy. but yea, if i get any good feedback and stuff i will put some hilarious stuff up here.