ITT times you acted like the joker

I walked past a girl from my school (before I dropped out) on the street today.
She's from a rich family. Real preppy, daddy's money type of girI. Summer dress, neatly done hair, holding a folder to her chest.
Then there's me, pasty white, acne scarred face, torn and cumstained clothes.
As I approached her I looked her dead in the eyes and did my best psycho walk (groin out, shoulders hunched over, slight limp).
She avoided eye contact with me and hurried past me as fast as she could. Poor girl looked like she was about to cry.
I think i really gave her a scare. Feels menacing man.

>how do i greentext

>redditor can't into continuous prose

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Wow going for the damage control with the whole ribbit and "I meant to do that" thing
Truly intelligent & nihilistic with a wicked sense of humour

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

I went to poo and didn't wash my hands

ew smelly

Indian joker

The Joker isn't Indian, user.

Panjeet pls

>Girl comes up to me
>"Hey user"
>"You know you're really nice and I really like you"
>Understand her
>"Are you sweet talkin' me"
>She looks confused
>"I guess so user"
>"All of that chit chat is gonna get ya hurt"
>She never speaks to me again
HAHAHAHA

Umm, mods?

I had a dream a couple months back when I slept over at my gf's apartment

I woke up from the dream because I was pissing myself irl and tried my best to dry the bed before my girlfriend woke up. few hours later it was practically dry and she is awake, I suppose she noticed something because of the smell but didn't say anything and we never talked about it

I was the Joker in this dream, and I was on a public restroom, deliberately pissing on the floor next to the urinals

>go to public toilet
>intentionally pee all over the seat

>girl comes up to me
>"well hello beautiful"
>*grabs her cheek*
>"you are beautiful"
>"but you get in deep and gamble with SHOWRKS"
>she is physically uncomfortable
>"user... i... i have to go"
>*grab her by the arm*
>*holds a knife to her mouth*
>she's crying now
>I let out the most spine chilling laugh i can manage
>"AH AH HAHAHAHA HAAA HAAA HAAAAAAAAAAA"
>"IM DA JOKAH BABY"

MOOOOOODDDDDDSSSSSSS

>Mom tells me to take the kitchen trash out
>Don't
TWISTED FUCKING PSYCHOPATH

I feed my dog...catfood.

>ask to borrow a pen in class
>dont return it
SOMEBODY STOP ME

JOKA BAYBEE

*poops*

>be me
>get home after a long day riding around on the train, staring freakishly at cute girls
>take off my purple joker dinner jacket and throw it humourously onto my bedroom floor
>notice how worn the fabric is
>it's covered in rips and brown stains and still reeks of the time I spilled one of my piss jars on it
>pick up the jacket and inhale deeply
>remember all the great times I've had wearing the jacket
>put it back on, one last time
>one final joke
>stride hilariously out of my room
>travel up the corridor
>creep into my mother's room to ask her to drive me to the shops so she can buy me another white dinner jacket I can dye purple
>my mother is on the bed, four fingers plunging furiously in and out of her quivering vagina
>she's shocked but too close to cumming to stop
>about to back out but the jacket infuses me with the spirit of the joker
>leap onto the bed and whip out my phimosis encrusted dick
>stab wildly at my mothers engorged labia, ejaculating my dark grey semen all over her hand
>collapse on top of her, whimpering "f-feed the d-dog... cat food"
>take the jacket off my face
>I'm actually lying in a gutter
>covered in shit and garbage
>my mom kicked me out six months ago due to my NEET lifestyle
>pop the collar on my crusty tie dye dinner jacket
>point my fingers to the stars like a gun
>fire the gun and bring my finger to my lips and blow
>"See you, space cowboy..."
>tense my bowels as hard as I can and shit diarrhoea down my legs for warmth as I roll over for the night
>it's going to be a long winter

You tried really hard but failed miserably

Lurk moar

Stay mad that nobody thought that was funny you dumb faggot :^)

>Waiting for the No. 3 to Downtown
>Guy next to me asks me which bus I'm taking
>"Oh, you know...the 34"
>The 34 pulls up
>"Hey, aren't you coming on?"
>I laugh quietly to myself and pull out my nickel plated cigarette lighter
>I look down, and around, anywhere but him, as I flick the cap open and shut several times, playfully
>Before I swing the cap shut one final time and look up at him, dead in the eyes
>"I'm taking the number 3"
>Silently, he nods at me in rapid succession, chills running down his spine, as he hurriedly retreats back on board
>As he watches me from the bus window, I quietly wave back at him as he disappears into the distance

SOMEBODY STOP ME