Your Mother

Long ago, in a galaxy far, far away, your mother and I were eating pasta. After horking down the meal, she farted loudly and left the room. I was so terrified by the horrifying tragedy, that I destroyed my computer at once. I later began to experience awful nightmares, which became pfogressively worse, until I promptly commited suicide by cutting my wrists. Afterwards, I got on my computer and and wrote this story, so other people may know of the devastating events that even now haunt every waking moment of my life, and fill my dreams with terror and fright.