The Story Begins

Once upon a time, I lived a very normal life. It was amazing and wonderful, and I was happy. Then one day, my boyfriend invited his good friend to move in with us. "It'll help us with money," My boyfriend argued. I agreed, because I knew we needed the help. The friend agreed, and we were all happy when he was finally able to move in.

However, the good times....well...they haven't ended, but life isn't so much of a fairy tale as it is.....he's a troll in disguise. He is an evil troll who cracks jokes and pulls pranks on a daily basis. He's a horrible man, and every time he makes me laugh so hard I cry is another point for him.

This is my story....about the evil troll I live with...and can't help but love.

Take tonight for example. We went out to eat, the three of us. Where we went wasn't important, but the food was delicious. Fried chicken, macaroni and cheese, and all the Mountain Dew my heart desires. I was very happy.

Sitting down to eat, my boyfriend, Mike, and the troll, Nick, were talking about random things. The usual topics included Airsoft, Politics, and bits and pieces of random disgusting medical crap that I tried to tune out, rather unsuccessfully of course.

However, a new favorite game of Mike's and Nick's is called "Say Something Funny to make Brooke Spray." Brooke, being me, the innocent victim in all of this. It started off harmless enough. A chuckle here, a giggle there, but nothing that would make me choke or spit my drink out.

However, Nick the Troll did not stop there. After a few minutes of ignoring me and lulling me into a false sense of security, he was saying something to Mike, and mid-sentence, he switched to a hilarious Warhammer reference (Flashlights and T-shirts, which I would have trouble explaining, so just take me for my word that it's funny, okay? Saves time.) Since I was unprepared for such a vicious attack, I exploded.

Not literally, duh. I mean my precious drink went all over the table, his food, and him. Of course, he laughed, and so did Mike. I was apparently laughing so hard I was turning purple. I also started crying, and there were some breathing issues, but I was able to recover.

I couldn't catch my breath to apologize for spraying, because of course I felt bad, but I stopped feeling bad when the Troll continued to laugh at me, and repeat the same line over and over. I, being very sensitive to his previous attack, kept laughing. No, I did not choke again, but I came close.

There are many many other stories I will have to share, including the rare times I counter-trolled him. But I shall save those for a different time. Until then, I have to plot my revenge and find ways to maintain my waning sanity. (It might be too late, considering how evil he is, but I have to hope.)

My story will probably never end, but it will be full of trials and mountains to climb. I just hope I can survive this hot mess of a ride long enough to write down my story.