Ramen to that pika pika pika

The names and circumstances  have been changed to protect the innocent. Bahahaha

Nick was a big man with a rough exterior. He had short, spiked hair and a thick beard that covered his turtle like jawline. His arms were covered in tattoos, each one representing a different moment in his life. Nick was a man who lived on the edge and took no prisoners.

Nick was a biker at heart, and he loved nothing more than the feeling of the wind rushing through his hair as he rode down the open road. His pride and joy was a classic Victory motorcycle that he called "Stone hammer."

As Nick rode down the open road, he blasted Avril Lavigne on his headphones and daydreamed about watching cabaret performances on Facebook shorts. Despite his tough exterior, Nick had a secret passion for the performing arts, and he dreamed of one day taking the stage under the name "Stone hammer." But just as he was getting lost in his thoughts, his phone rang with an emergency notification. His favorite restaurant was having a sale on ramen, and Nick knew he had to drop everything and go. I mean, it was a ramen emergency. You can't just ignore that kind of thing. Without hesitation, Nick revved up his motorcycle and raced towards the restaurant, his stomach rumbling in anticipation. Nick's stomach rumbled as he pulled up to the restaurant, the aroma of noodles and broth wafting through the air. He quickly placed his order and sat down at a table, eagerly waiting for his food to arrive.

As he slurped down his noodles, Nick couldn't help but smile. This was exactly the kind of simple pleasure that made life worth living. He was grateful for the good friends, the open road, and the simple pleasures that filled his days. And as he rode off into the sunset, he knew that he was living his best life.

 

Because fuck you hahahaha