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So, since today is April fool's day, Strong Bad decided he was going to be even more horrible to me than usual. I woke up this morning to Strong Bad kicking me in the side while saying "I'm not gonna kick yooouuuAPRIL FOOLS" between every kick. And he did this for an hour. Then he got Strong Mad to throw me out the window and said "APRIL FOOLS". Then he got The Cheat to set me on fire and said "APRIL FOOLS". Then he rolled me down a hill and said "APRIL FOOLS" again.

I don't think Strong Bad really gets April Fool's Day.

Strong Bad found out the password to my old online journal and used it to tell the internet that I am "a stupid guy with a stupid face and a stupid butt and a stupid butt for a face". I figured I should just use my old password for my new name since it wasn't a secret anymore. Strong Bad's torture did end up to kind of be a good thing, though, because it filled me with enough emotional agony to write this poem.

Dryer Lint
A moving poem by Strong Sad

O, my dryer lint.
As grey as my empty soul.
Lonely and unloved.

It's been a while since I've been truly proud of a poem, so I bet Strong Bad will delete this one or something.