It’s sad day to be me, isn’t it? I was there at the edge of tomorrow, when it happened. The result to what happened changed my life forever.
I got hit in the eye with a cacti. I was rushed to the ER and my mom was crying as she drove into town. It was terrible because the cacti was
still in my eye. The sharp edges pierced into my eye socket. I even made a pun on the way to make my mom feel better. At least this cact-eye
isn’t a giant giraffe. She smiled and said, “good one”, and stopped crying right then and there. The cacti vanished out of nowhere. A floaty
man appeared and introduced himself as THE GREAT PUN GOD. He said, “With the power of laughter from your mother and the great pun that you have
constructed, I have put you out of you misery!” He disappeared and I look at myself in the car mirror and he did it, he made the cacti disappear.
My mom with smile and glee said, “That was punny, son”. Then again the floaty man appeared with a big frown on his face. He pulled the cacti that
was from my eye earlier and shoved it right into my moms eye. The floaty man disappears and my mom is screaming and loosing control of the car.
That’s all I remember. I’m in the hospital writing this. This is a public service announcement to never make a terrible pun, it might kill you.