/u/GreggoryBasore's posts in /r/TwoSentenceHorror

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Funny thing I've discovered during my years of kidnapping and imprisoning people in my basement...

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[Feb22] When we tried to come up with cutesy nickname, my boyfriend called me "tiger food" which I though was so weird and quirky.

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[APR22] The Victim was found with 108 Uno cards in his corpse.

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[MAY21] The question "Mother, may I be the Princess today?" was answered with a sharp slap.

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My family were all greedy parasites who were waiting for me to die so they could inherit my fortune.

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[OCT21] The carnival game required my immortal soul as the stakes, but the jokes on them.

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As a child, my belief in Santa started to waver when I saw presents from him to my dad under the tree.

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When I was eight, my mother sold me into slavery to pay off her drug and gambling debts.

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We thought it'd be funny to trick our roommate into thinking he was eating human flesh.

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The only thing worse than being desperate enough to sell your soul...

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Title	Upvotes	Mark as read	Favorited	Rating	Add to a list
Funny thing I've discovered during my years of kidnapping and imprisoning people in my basement...	3769
[Feb22] When we tried to come up with cutesy nickname, my boyfriend called me "tiger food" which I though was so weird and quirky.	1585
[APR22] The Victim was found with 108 Uno cards in his corpse.	1572
[MAY21] The question "Mother, may I be the Princess today?" was answered with a sharp slap.	808
My family were all greedy parasites who were waiting for me to die so they could inherit my fortune.	688
[OCT21] The carnival game required my immortal soul as the stakes, but the jokes on them.	680
As a child, my belief in Santa started to waver when I saw presents from him to my dad under the tree.	679
When I was eight, my mother sold me into slavery to pay off her drug and gambling debts.	501
We thought it'd be funny to trick our roommate into thinking he was eating human flesh.	478
The only thing worse than being desperate enough to sell your soul...	457