Different Anon Here. I'm Really Happy For Mac

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Although, the craziest shit normally happens at 1:30 AM. It was a late night, I had gotten home from work and was extremely tired. I took a shower, and was finally able to crawl into bed. Soon enough, I quickly fell into a deep sleep. However, I awoke at 1:30 AM on the dot. As tired as I was, I wasn’t expecting to wake up so soon.

Suddenly, a noise catches my attention. What the fuck. I live in the goddamn suburbs. There’s no frogs around at all.

Ribbit, ribbit, ribbit. It sounded like there were more frogs, which alarmed me. Then I heard my closet door slowly creak open. I started freaking the fuck out at this point, because I live alone. At this point, my closet door is fully open, but it’s pitch black in there so I can’t see a single fucking thing. “Hey kid.” a voice whispers. I quickly grab my phone and turn on my flashlight and shine it in the closet.

To my surprise that nearly gave me a fucking heart attack, I saw Alex fucking Jones, in my closet, full on nude, staring directly at me. “Guess what?” he whispered.

He had this look, that something was about to happen, and that I didn’t have a choice in the matter. He walks closer, poking his head out of my closet door. What he says next, will be burned into my memory until the day I pass away. “ THE WATER IS TURNING THE FREAKIN’ FROGS GAY!” he shrieks, there was a quick change in his voice, which turned demonic quick. Suddenly, he turns around and spreads his cottage cheese ass-cheeks, which looked like he hasn’t wiped in 20 years.

Before I know it, his dirty asshole widens and hundreds of frogs starts pouring out like a waterfall. All of these fucking frogs start hopping onto my bed, and before I could even move, they all start devouring me - Starting with my eyes, then my nipples, down to my ballsack. “ IT’S A FREAKIN’ GAY BOMB, BABY!”, Alex Jones screamed, laughing like a fucking maniac. Soon enough, I was drowning in my own blood, unable to move to run away. Then I woke up. I shoot up out of my bed.

Oh thank fucking God it was just a dream. I work up the strength to get out of bed, ready to make my morning coffee and get ready for the day, when I’m surprised by the one sound I’ll never forget. Ribbit.