dogecore lore

They say cooties aren't real but I know that's not true. I happen to suffer from them but luckily I’m asymptomatic. I thought I had bad luck at first, and after that, had suffered a strange set of coincidences. Coincidental things would happen way too often and I'm there, in the middle of it all, wondering if it has something to do with me. That's when I realized I suffered from cooties and it was probably best that I isolate myself.

He sits in the bosses office. Come to think of it, I've never actually met the real boss. It was the secretary woman who sits in front of his office who interviewed me for this job at the Greggs Bakery factory and here I stand, pumping weird pink meat into sausage roll tubes for a living.

I've always been insecure about my body, like it is somehow incorrect or broken. That this machine my brain rides around in is bad product. I know it's stupid because everyone is different. We are not Mcnuggets which must abide by 5 different exact shapes, we are a mess of blobs and angles that writhe around doing daily chores. But I can’t help but look upon myself and think I've been handed bad card in life...

I was at my weekly BeyBlade meet up in the local children's park when my life got turned flipside.  We were huddled around the pit, where our machi...

I've had a hard life. Born different and everyone knew it. It's hard to hide having webbed hands when you're in school. And it was even harder to hide my webbed feet once we began swimming lessons and everyone could see them in the open. Then they got mad when I swam laps around them...