Yeah, All right.

Thank you.

Okay on.

And it was at that very moment that orange realized he'd been eating a dirty gym sock the entire time.

Would you be here?

Someone telling a creepypasta Now, that was just telling an actual story about me.

Yeah, eso you actually eat dirty gym sock like the entire thing?

Are you surprised?

That's not even that crazy for orange.

Yeah.

Earlier today he farted the ABC.

So enough.

Listen, I got a creepypasta in progress on I went all the effort of doing my creepy entrance routine.

I'm on a roll.

We're just going to go with it.

Okay?

Now who among you is brave enough to hear my news?

Creepypasta a funky Paul.

Is this anything like the famous short story?

The monkeys, pa know that story isn't funky whatsoever.

Gotcha.

Now then, the funky Paul is a story about a young rape through.

Here we go.

Yes, it is indeed coincidental that you are a great fruit and the story involves a great fruit.

Do not interrupt me again Now then onto my creepy monster, which is, as always, to die For once upon a time, there was a young grief fruit who cared very, very much about the way he smelled.

What is happening right now?

I realize it's coincidental, not stop interrupting for someone without a nose.

The grapefruit sense of smell was quite refined one day while shopping for rare sense in the shop he had never visited before.

He was offered a horrible smelling, funky poor for purchase.

The purveyor of the shop told him the poor would grant him three wishes, but there was a catch.

All of his wishes would be granted in a rather funky fashion.

The grapefruit purchased the Paul exited the shop, and when he looked back at the shop, had vanished into a cloud of greenish gas.

Nevertheless, the grapefruit rushed straight home with the poor and wished for a pile of money.

It instantly appeared young Grapefruit was overjoyed to find the poor worked.

However, the pile of cash smelled rather funky, so funky, in fact, that no one would accept it.

His payment, no matter how much the great food offered to pay no one wanted his stinky money on DSO the Great, but was left with a smelly pile of cash.

There was utterly worthless.

The grapefruit decided to make his second wish that the woman of his dreams would fall madly in love with him again.

The wish came true immediately.

She loved him dearly and could not be convinced otherwise.

No matter what you see, the grapefruit absolutely reeked the stench of his money and permeated everything in the surrounding area, including the grapefruit himself.

No matter how many times he bade, they'll try to hide it with his ridiculous collection of body sprays.

The grapefruit stank to high heaven, but his love was not deterred and remained entranced by him, even though she vomited whenever he came near.

Eventually, the great food was at the end of his room.

He was penniless.

He smelled awful on the love of his life.

Was vomiting part too frequently for his life.

I wish for the smell to go away, thought to himself before he realized he still had one wish remaining, why he could simply wish the smell away.

And so the grapefruit took up the poor and began uttering his wish allowed, saying I wish for the smell.

But then, in the middle of his sentence, he got away with himself on vomited uncontrollably unfortunately.

But here the Paul heard his request.

He had wished for the smell and that's precisely what he got from that day forward, the funkiest and spread across the land, causing everyone who smelled it.

Tow bar loudly and comedically.

This'll man was so that some people even bark themselves to death on the stench of their decaying bodies.

Somehow made the stench even worse.

Everyone knew it was the grapefruit who had brought the funky curse upon them.

But they did not seek retribution to kill the great.

It would be too kind.

True punishment was to allow him to live alongside his vomit ami.

True love on his funky smelling cash every day for the rest of his natural life.

The end.

Yeah.

Now that's a creepypasta that pass the sniff test.

Um, guys, where's grapefruit?

I believe you want to change the radiator hose on this riding lawnmower.

Have yes, checks out.

I believe it.

Man, that was a really good creepypasta.

The way you described to smell, I could practically smell it.

Actually, that wasn't the story.

It was May Oh, Ranjha e can't help it.