Once upon a time there was a dog named Fido. Only he was a small dog so no one ever guessed his name! Creepy, right?? Anyway, I was chillaxing on my bed when I heard my front door open. “Fido, I know it’s you!” I shouted. Thud. Thud. Thud. Footsteps going through the house. So I called the police right? I dialed 911. “Hey, bro. There’s a dog in my house and he’s not even mine!” I walked into the living room to examine the dog. “He’s got a green face and no eyes and oily, matted brown hair!” Suddenly, my jaw dropped. This was no dog. Here it is now. Coming closer, and closer, and closer. HE IS JABBING A KNIFE IN MY HEART! NOW I’M DEAD! I’M NOT LYING!
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December 26, 2012 at 8:35 pm
The moment I read the word “chillaxing” I thought I was going to have a heart attack.
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December 28, 2012 at 7:54 pm
“Creepy, Right?” No….
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December 29, 2012 at 9:10 am
I read this to one of my co-workers. She believes (and I agree) there may be a slight fib at the end of this story.
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January 2, 2013 at 1:42 pm
BUT WHO WAS MICKEY?
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January 6, 2013 at 5:33 pm
Man, this wasn’t scary, but it was actually kind of funny!
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January 8, 2013 at 4:10 pm
This made me realize how underused the phrase “chillaxing” is.
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January 22, 2013 at 7:32 pm
Wow if you were dead you wouldnt be able to write that last sentance f***tard
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February 22, 2013 at 6:42 pm
I approve of this troll pasta.
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