IceySnow000

I knew my father in weekends and cigarette smoke the two cases of Budweiser he shared with a friend more often than I wanted him too I knew what it tasted like because I used to drink it out of a child size Maple Leafs novelty mug, coveted by my siblings and I I remember my tip jar that had been a joke because I knew my way around twist offs and bottle openers; the plastic yellow cup, wearing a card reading "tips," only housed dimes and nickels until I got a toonie from TJ because "I was pretty" I also remember the car ride after those two cases where I, at age ten or eleven or twelve, didn't know if I was going home to see my mom ag

These creepypastas were made years ago when I was very young, and they are old, terribly cliché and outdated. I keep them posted only because some people still enjoy reading these, and they remain a fond memory for many. Whether you're reading these for laughs, or because you legitimately like them, I hope you enjoy! I was as excited as a kid that had just finished chugging down an entire bag of sugar. As soon as the car pulled to a stop I opened the door and leaped out, starting to run across the parking lot. In my haste I tripped and fell face first into the pavement, but I quickly leaped back up, brushed myself off, and continued my