hah,long story. But now I know my friend and keyboard are both satan. It all started one day,my mom was going insane,so I got my guitar,went and sat on my bed,started playing guitar. About 30 minutes later,I see my friend coming through my window. So I wait,sure enough,my dogs go crazy barking,and he bursts through my door trying to scare me. He sees I'm playing guitar,so he grabs the keyboard in my room. He plugs it into my faulty outlet,and started playing. Then I said "Dude,thats gonna catch on fire...",then I move over near the outlet,and just as I get ready to plug it in more(it was falling out),I start hearing a scary buzzing sound. It was quite,yet freakishly loud. I scream "OH MY GOD!!!! CALL THE FIRE DEPARTMEN!!!!!" and go running,jump down a flight of 7 stairs,and come to find out,my mom heard. Then,as she waits to call the fire department,she says "Ben,clean your room!". Now,I would not think this wierd,
if my room wasn't on fire!!!
So then the firemen get here,all calm laughing at me for this(I took the blame,didn't want my friend getting in trouble
So the firemen go in there,and heres my favorite part. The first one,takes a screw driver,and sticks it
INTO the outlet. I thought they taught you not to do that when you were a little kid? And then,he screams,and starts kicking my wall,breaking it down.
heh,long story,but oh well. I now hate keyboards and outlets
Fear the dwemer pokeballs. Fear them!
