Ran out of cheetohs

I was sitting in the couch one hot summer day because people like me who wear black alot get sunburnt really badly.

It's like, not my fault that my skin is so pale and sensitive to the sunlight.

Mother wouldn't buy me sunscreen because she thinks it's a crime to walk around with white stuff rubbed all over your boday.

It's funny though because she has white stuff all over her mouth most of the time but she's never been arrested before for it.

I was sitting on the couch watching Buffy the Vampire slayer.

My dad recorded these when I was younger, to keep me preoccupied when he's out jerking off behind Dairy Queen.

I was sitting there, munching on cheetos.

I really like cheetohs.

I love rubbing the oranginess on my shirt after I stick them past my dry chapped lips, and into my wet, moist mouth.

I also love sticking them in my hair, so that it'll look like hairclips.

I also like stucking a whole bunch in my pants so that every guy out there in the world will know that I have a big package that god delivered.

As I was sticking my hand in the bag for more cheetohs, I couldn't find any.

I dug my hand deeper, and deeper into the bag, fisting it reall hard to find any bits of cheetohs that I can find.

I started sweating alot, then I spread my fingers out and fingered it as much as possible, even if my fingernails are dirty and orange.

After a half an hour of cheetoh digging, I gave up.

There's no more cheetohs.

I started crying real bad.

Like, really really really really bad.

At first I was like, WHAAA WHAAA WHAAA WHAAA WHAA WHAAAAA WHAA WHAAA HWAAAA

then later I was like SNIFF SNIFF HEEE HEE SNIFF SNIFF SNIFF HEE HEE

then after that I was like TEETEEETEEETEEETEEETEEETEEETEEEETEEEEEETEEEEETET

My parents came home from counseling and saw me laying on the ground.

My dad looked at me and said "He's getting ready for later. Better get that ass warmed up."

Mom looked at me and said "WHAT THE FUCK IS YOU FUCKIN DOIN TO MY MONDAY-FRIDAY RUG YOU PIECE OF SHITZOFRENSIC DISORDER"

Then, there I noticed it.

My mom had a bag of Cub Foods in her right hand.

I sniffed and sniffed.

I walked over there and whiffed the bag.

I smelled cheetohs.

She slammed the bag in my face and told me to get the fuck out her sight.

Then after I opened the bag, I came.