The Irish Kindergarden

First

This story is not racist. Im not against at anyway against those motherfucking whiskey drinking leprechauns, that i HATES SO FUXXING MUCH. This story is not meant to dislike the country of leprechauns, that poops pots of gold. So enjoy this story that is not against the fucking irish people

THE ACTUAL STORY

So there is a urban legend going on Finland, that is about Beerland or so called Ireland. I have heard it from my friends i can tell what the fuck the weird leprechauns have done this time.
In Limerick, Ireland there was a Kindergarden. It is not like kindergarten, it is a place where there is a garden where Kinder eggs come from. It has really creepy story, because all Irish places have.
When the Kindergarden came open there was a guy, who needed to work for the place. His job was guard it on day. He noticed one flower that was darker from the rest and lonely, unlike the other plants who stole beer and whiskey from the bar next door and drank them and talked to each other.
The lonely plant was really creepy. It was so dark and it had ocean blue eyes, where you can see dead whales. Lonely plant was also really small, like all the dicks, that my haters got. Lonely plant also had UksiHattu12 fanclothes, that you can buy from somewhere, least not in Ireland, because they are so drunk to order anything.
Then it turned to night. All the big plants was sleeping, and they smelled like whiskey. And the the most stupid, cliche and unoriginal thing happened. The plant killed them and said you're next. And then you are going to cry because it was so stupid and racist. I know my story readers very well, too well ;)