Tell me a bedtime story before I fall asleep
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once upon a time there was a most delightful white rat with a large nose, who thrust his prominent poker into everyone's business, until suddenly he thrust it into a rat trap, the end
The Dark Side Raven Empire ultrakill Gets hated on Chaotic People IMA BURN IN HELL, but<3 NOCTURNAL D e p r e s s i o n . . . Konoha Comrades straight allies! "Do Your Worst, You All Might Wannabe!" "Get Out Of... My Way!"! "If It Could Come True This Is All I'd Want." "...Well... I Guess Taking My Time's Not All Bad." "CHAOS, Right?"@marnonswitch2011 Is that mickey mouse?
Meh dont really care.
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@marnonswitch2011 Is that mickey mouse?
@Kimura that point is up for discussion
I like doing physics so I can make a really epic time machine and scare tf out of you.
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hush little labubu dont you cry
everythings gonna be dubai
muffins!
"for I know the plans I have for you declares the LORD, plans to prosper you and not for evil, but welfare, plans to give you hope and a future" Jeremiah 29:11
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In the shimmering city of Dubai, where skyscrapers kissed the clouds and golden sands whispered ancient tales, lived a tiny, mischievous Labubu. He wasn't like the other Labubus, who were content with collecting shiny pebbles and napping in sunbeams. No, Labubu had a grander ambition: to eat sixty-seven Dubai Chocolate Crumble Cookies in one sitting!
Now, these weren't just any cookies. Dubai Chocolate Crumble Cookies were legendary. Baked with the finest Belgian chocolate, infused with the aroma of Arabian spices, and topped with a sprinkle of edible gold dust, they were the ultimate indulgence. Each cookie was a miniature masterpiece, a symphony of flavors that danced on the tongue.
Labubu had heard whispers of these cookies carried on the desert winds. He'd seen pictures of them in glossy magazines left carelessly on park benches. He’d even caught a fleeting glimpse of a delivery truck, its side emblazoned with the Crumble Cookie logo, speeding down Sheikh Zayed Road. His obsession grew with each passing day.
One day, Labubu decided he’d had enough dreaming. He packed a tiny backpack with essentials (a miniature toothbrush, a magnifying glass for examining cookie details, and a small cushion for post-cookie nap), and set off on his grand adventure. His destination: the legendary Crumble Cookie bakery, rumored to be hidden in the heart of the old city.
The journey was arduous. Labubu navigated bustling souks, dodged speeding taxis, and even hitched a ride on a camel (who, surprisingly, had a penchant for opera). Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he arrived at a nondescript alleyway. A faint aroma of chocolate wafted from within.
He pushed open a heavy wooden door and stepped inside. The bakery was a wonderland of sugary delights. Ovens hummed, mixers whirred, and bakers in pristine white uniforms scurried about. And there, in the center of it all, was a mountain of Dubai Chocolate Crumble Cookies, glistening under the warm lights.
A kindly old baker, his face dusted with flour, noticed Labubu and chuckled. "Well, hello there, little one! What can I do for you?"
Labubu, summoning all his courage, declared, "I want to eat sixty-seven Dubai Chocolate Crumble Cookies!"
The baker raised an eyebrow. "Sixty-seven? That's quite a feat, even for a Labubu with a sweet tooth. Are you sure you're up for the challenge?"
Labubu nodded resolutely. The baker smiled and, with a flourish, presented him with a plate piled high with the coveted cookies.
Labubu took a deep breath and began. The first cookie was heavenly. The chocolate melted in his mouth, the spices tingled on his tongue, and the gold dust sparkled like tiny stars. He devoured it in seconds.
He ate another, and another, and another. The cookies were even more delicious than he had imagined. He lost himself in the moment, savoring each bite, each flavor, each texture.
Ten cookies down, twenty, thirty. Labubu's tummy started to feel a little round. He slowed down, taking smaller bites, but he persevered.
Forty cookies, fifty. He was starting to feel a bit dizzy from the sugar rush. The bakery seemed to spin around him.
Sixty cookies. He could barely breathe. His tiny paws trembled as he reached for the sixty-seventh cookie. He took a tiny nibble, just to say he'd done it.
He slumped back, a happy, chocolate-covered Labubu. He had achieved his dream! He had eaten sixty-seven Dubai Chocolate Crumble Cookies!
The baker chuckled and patted him on the head. "Well done, little one! You are a true champion of cookies!"
Labubu, too full to move, simply smiled. He drifted off to sleep, dreaming of chocolate mountains and golden sands.
And so, the legend of Labubu, the Labubu who ate sixty-seven Dubai Chocolate Crumble Cookies, was born. A tale whispered among the sand dunes, a reminder that even the most ambitious dreams can come true, with a little bit of determination (and a whole lot of cookies).
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In the shimmering city of Dubai, where skyscrapers kissed the clouds and golden sands whispered ancient tales, lived a tiny, mischievous Labubu. He wasn't like the other Labubus, who were content with collecting shiny pebbles and napping in sunbeams. No, Labubu had a grander ambition: to eat sixty-seven Dubai Chocolate Crumble Cookies in one sitting!
Now, these weren't just any cookies. Dubai Chocolate Crumble Cookies were legendary. Baked with the finest Belgian chocolate, infused with the aroma of Arabian spices, and topped with a sprinkle of edible gold dust, they were the ultimate indulgence. Each cookie was a miniature masterpiece, a symphony of flavors that danced on the tongue.
Labubu had heard whispers of these cookies carried on the desert winds. He'd seen pictures of them in glossy magazines left carelessly on park benches. He’d even caught a fleeting glimpse of a delivery truck, its side emblazoned with the Crumble Cookie logo, speeding down Sheikh Zayed Road. His obsession grew with each passing day.
One day, Labubu decided he’d had enough dreaming. He packed a tiny backpack with essentials (a miniature toothbrush, a magnifying glass for examining cookie details, and a small cushion for post-cookie nap), and set off on his grand adventure. His destination: the legendary Crumble Cookie bakery, rumored to be hidden in the heart of the old city.
The journey was arduous. Labubu navigated bustling souks, dodged speeding taxis, and even hitched a ride on a camel (who, surprisingly, had a penchant for opera). Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he arrived at a nondescript alleyway. A faint aroma of chocolate wafted from within.
He pushed open a heavy wooden door and stepped inside. The bakery was a wonderland of sugary delights. Ovens hummed, mixers whirred, and bakers in pristine white uniforms scurried about. And there, in the center of it all, was a mountain of Dubai Chocolate Crumble Cookies, glistening under the warm lights.
A kindly old baker, his face dusted with flour, noticed Labubu and chuckled. "Well, hello there, little one! What can I do for you?"
Labubu, summoning all his courage, declared, "I want to eat sixty-seven Dubai Chocolate Crumble Cookies!"
The baker raised an eyebrow. "Sixty-seven? That's quite a feat, even for a Labubu with a sweet tooth. Are you sure you're up for the challenge?"
Labubu nodded resolutely. The baker smiled and, with a flourish, presented him with a plate piled high with the coveted cookies.
Labubu took a deep breath and began. The first cookie was heavenly. The chocolate melted in his mouth, the spices tingled on his tongue, and the gold dust sparkled like tiny stars. He devoured it in seconds.
He ate another, and another, and another. The cookies were even more delicious than he had imagined. He lost himself in the moment, savoring each bite, each flavor, each texture.
Ten cookies down, twenty, thirty. Labubu's tummy started to feel a little round. He slowed down, taking smaller bites, but he persevered.
Forty cookies, fifty. He was starting to feel a bit dizzy from the sugar rush. The bakery seemed to spin around him.
Sixty cookies. He could barely breathe. His tiny paws trembled as he reached for the sixty-seventh cookie. He took a tiny nibble, just to say he'd done it.
He slumped back, a happy, chocolate-covered Labubu. He had achieved his dream! He had eaten sixty-seven Dubai Chocolate Crumble Cookies!
The baker chuckled and patted him on the head. "Well done, little one! You are a true champion of cookies!"
Labubu, too full to move, simply smiled. He drifted off to sleep, dreaming of chocolate mountains and golden sands.
And so, the legend of Labubu, the Labubu who ate sixty-seven Dubai Chocolate Crumble Cookies, was born. A tale whispered among the sand dunes, a reminder that even the most ambitious dreams can come true, with a little bit of determination (and a whole lot of cookies).
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I CANT
muffins!
"for I know the plans I have for you declares the LORD, plans to prosper you and not for evil, but welfare, plans to give you hope and a future" Jeremiah 29:11
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Here's a short bedtime story:
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there was a magical forest filled with towering trees, sparkling streams, and friendly creatures. In the heart of this forest lived a little rabbit named Luna.
Luna loved to hop through the forest, exploring every nook and cranny, and making friends with the other animals. One evening, as the sun began to set, Luna stumbled upon a hidden clearing filled with fireflies dancing in the air.
The fireflies welcomed Luna and began to twinkle and flash their lights in a special pattern. Suddenly, the clearing was filled with a soft, magical glow. Luna felt her eyelids growing heavy, and the fireflies began to sing a lullaby:
"Dream of sweet adventures, dream of fun
May your slumber be deep, and your heart be won
May the moon shine bright, and the stars up high
Twinkle, twinkle, goodnight, little one, goodbye"As the fireflies' song faded away, Luna snuggled up in the soft grass, feeling cozy and safe. She closed her eyes, and soon she was fast asleep, surrounded by the gentle glow of the fireflies.
The forest grew quiet, and the moon rose high in the sky. The fireflies continued to twinkle, watching over Luna as she slept peacefully.
And so, with a heart full of wonder and a belly full of magic, Luna drifted off to dreamland, surrounded by the enchanted creatures of the forest.
The end. Sweet dreams!
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@TheAndyboi uhmm did you write that lmao
@marnonswitch2011 no my bestie chatgpt did
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Here's a short bedtime story:
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there was a magical forest filled with towering trees, sparkling streams, and friendly creatures. In the heart of this forest lived a little rabbit named Luna.
Luna loved to hop through the forest, exploring every nook and cranny, and making friends with the other animals. One evening, as the sun began to set, Luna stumbled upon a hidden clearing filled with fireflies dancing in the air.
The fireflies welcomed Luna and began to twinkle and flash their lights in a special pattern. Suddenly, the clearing was filled with a soft, magical glow. Luna felt her eyelids growing heavy, and the fireflies began to sing a lullaby:
"Dream of sweet adventures, dream of fun
May your slumber be deep, and your heart be won
May the moon shine bright, and the stars up high
Twinkle, twinkle, goodnight, little one, goodbye"As the fireflies' song faded away, Luna snuggled up in the soft grass, feeling cozy and safe. She closed her eyes, and soon she was fast asleep, surrounded by the gentle glow of the fireflies.
The forest grew quiet, and the moon rose high in the sky. The fireflies continued to twinkle, watching over Luna as she slept peacefully.
And so, with a heart full of wonder and a belly full of magic, Luna drifted off to dreamland, surrounded by the enchanted creatures of the forest.
The end. Sweet dreams!
@Nagi I like this one
muffins!
"for I know the plans I have for you declares the LORD, plans to prosper you and not for evil, but welfare, plans to give you hope and a future" Jeremiah 29:11
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@Nagi I like this one
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labubu lalalalalla labubu
muffins!
"for I know the plans I have for you declares the LORD, plans to prosper you and not for evil, but welfare, plans to give you hope and a future" Jeremiah 29:11
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labubu lalalalalla labubu
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now I can rest and dream about bunnies with laububus and 67 dubai chocolates
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w dream
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im attempt a w dream like that y playing labubu phonk at max volumr goodnight chat 4njsopuh4iufy9eaihyudvhfie89
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@marnonswitch2011 no my bestie chatgpt did
@TheAndyboi i could half-sense the ai in those words but didnt want to assume lol- (about the story)
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now I can rest and dream about bunnies with laububus and 67 dubai chocolates
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shrek is blue and he lives in swamp
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Here's a short bedtime story:
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there was a magical forest filled with towering trees, sparkling streams, and friendly creatures. In the heart of this forest lived a little rabbit named Luna.
Luna loved to hop through the forest, exploring every nook and cranny, and making friends with the other animals. One evening, as the sun began to set, Luna stumbled upon a hidden clearing filled with fireflies dancing in the air.
The fireflies welcomed Luna and began to twinkle and flash their lights in a special pattern. Suddenly, the clearing was filled with a soft, magical glow. Luna felt her eyelids growing heavy, and the fireflies began to sing a lullaby:
"Dream of sweet adventures, dream of fun
May your slumber be deep, and your heart be won
May the moon shine bright, and the stars up high
Twinkle, twinkle, goodnight, little one, goodbye"As the fireflies' song faded away, Luna snuggled up in the soft grass, feeling cozy and safe. She closed her eyes, and soon she was fast asleep, surrounded by the gentle glow of the fireflies.
The forest grew quiet, and the moon rose high in the sky. The fireflies continued to twinkle, watching over Luna as she slept peacefully.
And so, with a heart full of wonder and a belly full of magic, Luna drifted off to dreamland, surrounded by the enchanted creatures of the forest.
The end. Sweet dreams!
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There was this preschool caretaker but the parents of the preschoolers didn't like him so they locked him in a boiler room where he died. After he died he wanted to seek revenge on the preschoolers only now they were teens. Whenever the teens fell asleep he would somehow haunt their nightmares, throwing them into firepits and slashing them with his gloves of knives. The teens became so paranoid of dying in their sleep like many who had in the news that they took desperate measures just to stay awake. Eventually one of the teens overthrows the evil caretaker by setting him on fire and locking him in a boiler room for good.
