This really cool thing happened today when I got lunch at the mall. I walked up to the cashier and I was wearing my (amazing) Markiplier's Heroes shirt and the cashier got really excited and said "Hey! I love your shirt!" And then proceeded to put her hands in the hair, giggle, and say "Markiplierrrr!" We both shared a laugh, I ordered, and then I went back to my seat with the biggest smile on my face. Lady, if you're out there, just know you made my day and you're the best kind of person
I saw Markiplier, and walked right passed him. Here's why. Wuteva u dont care. Okay.
I am the world's stupidest fuck. God gave a damn lemon more scence than he did for me. One day, I was using my stupid, noodle legs for a walk. And guess wut? It was a god, a legend, an angel that fell down from heaven. It was @markiplier. I saw him. Me, myself and I, saw Markiplier, and never put that name in vain. Mark had his hair newly dyed RED. Last time I saw him, his hair was BLUE. Therefore, I didn't recognize the man. I thought to myself, *wowwie! He looks quite familiar!* but not familiar enough for my blind eyes! I -walk- right passed him. I didnt know who the frick he was. But it was the god, the legend, the angel that feel down from heaven, Markiplierrrr... I will never forgive myself. I don't know why I haven't noticed until now. My life is an illusion. A pretty dumb one too. I moved to the easten side of the U.S and currently in New Jersey. That ONE AND ONLY TIME I CAN GO TO LOS ANGELES, I BLEW IT. FML.