I was on my way to my Uncle John's funeral in 1943. It was a hard time. I was crying a lot because I I can't do this. I can't do this.

Nah. Never had one of those.

Okay, so this is gonna sound like real fucked up, but me and my friends jokingly tell each other to kill ourselves a lot because we're called the schoolie-mas or whatever. We were sitting in class and this one kid started pissing me off and I went, kill yourself. And I like my face dropped and I felt like so bad

Z this is another Franken

mate get the fuck off my for you thingy pitfee me jiggy like go away no one wants to hear

Bro, I was telling my mama story about how my summer school teacher died and how I just found out he died And then while I was just saying it I I said bro when summer school ended he ended too and we just we were just like oh my god

And the comments on this jar is crazy bro, I ain't even gonna lie. jeez

Yes I've had a moment but I do not feel like sharing the brand of people that I do not know

See, I didn't mean to curse, but like... I did, and I was smacked. I was laid out on the floor. I was not able to recover. Okay? I was dead.

Also, have you ever accidentally called somebody your mom? Like... And they was like, your mom? Like, I did this to her teacher once. I even did this to one of my friends. And I felt so embarrassed.