luc carl is sad

this blog has more followers than my main blogwhat te fuck

Sun, 03 Jun 2012 14:14:45 -0400

this blog has more followers than my main blogwhat te fuck

Since the start of the BTWB, Luc Carl has been following Lady Gaga, hoping to rekindle his romance...

Sun, 03 Jun 2012 14:07:49 -0400

Since the start of the BTWB, Luc Carl has been following Lady Gaga, hoping to rekindle his romance with her. After countless nights of stalking, Luc corners Gaga. “It’s me, Luc Carl,” he cries out to her in desperation. “Luc who?” Gaga asks with genuine confusion. She doesn’t wait for his response. She walks away with her bodyguards and the paparazzi following her. With tears streaming down his face, Luc is left alone on the cold street.

A waterfall of tears pours down Luc Carl’s fat cheek as someone acknowledges his existence by...

Wed, 08 Feb 2012 21:15:00 -0500

A waterfall of tears pours down Luc Carl’s fat cheek as someone acknowledges his existence by yelling to him, “go kill yourself, you fat loser!”

Luc Carl sighs a deep sigh as he clicks on the “follow” button on @kingluccarl’s...

Thu, 29 Sep 2011 20:48:26 -0400

Luc Carl sighs a deep sigh as he clicks on the “follow” button on @kingluccarl’s twitter. A tear slowly moves down his face. Luc cannot believe that he is following the very person who has been tourturing him and making fun of him for so long.

You complete me :')

Thu, 29 Sep 2011 20:42:58 -0400

Luc Carl gasps. No one has ever told him this before. He starts to sob uncontrolably as he starts to understand that this ,essage was aimed at the creator of LucCarlChronicles, not Luc Carl himself.

My God, you are a total legend.

Thu, 29 Sep 2011 20:41:17 -0400

Luc Carl grins a big, fat grin because he knows that the sender of this message meant that he was a legend in bed.

ü are perfect to me lüc

Thu, 29 Sep 2011 20:40:14 -0400

These words seem familiar to Luc. He realized that Gaga told him that every time he ate her out.

dnt b insceure if ur heartt iz paure

Thu, 29 Sep 2011 20:39:11 -0400

Luc starts to tear up as he remembers that the son Bad Kids was about him. Luc Carl used to be an insecure young man.

Oh my gosh. I miss ü. Haven't seen yoür posts on my dash in forever. I love ü <3

Tue, 27 Sep 2011 21:35:00 -0400

Luc Carl contemplates suicide as he remembers how Gaga used to say that she loved him.

My fish GaGa died :'(

Tue, 27 Sep 2011 21:34:27 -0400

Luc Carl starts to hyperventilate as he remembers the fish he once cooked for Gaga. The fish gave her food poisoning.

While scrolling through Twitter on his stolen MacBook Pro, Luc Carl sees a photo of his one and only...

Tue, 27 Sep 2011 21:33:29 -0400

While scrolling through Twitter on his stolen MacBook Pro, Luc Carl sees a photo of his one and only true love Lady Gaga with a handsome and somewhat familiar man: Taylor Kinney. Luc tries to fight back his tears, but it is no use. He erupts in a sea of teardrops. While crying for his mother, Luc looks and sounds like a fat baby who awoke in the middle of the night.
Luc whispers through sobs: “Why me?”

have you ever seen twitter(.)com/adviceluc?

Fri, 02 Sep 2011 21:11:39 -0400

he uses the word “weave” too much

Luc Carl logs onto his old, bulky, dirty desktop computer from 1999. It is incredibly virus-ridden...

Fri, 02 Sep 2011 17:58:26 -0400

Luc Carl logs onto his old, bulky, dirty desktop computer from 1999. It is incredibly virus-ridden from all the porn videos he downloaded. Like always, Luc is in a crappy mood. In order to cheer himself up, Luc Carl tries to set his desktop background as the one person whom he loves the most: himself. Luc tries over and over again just to change his background, but it never works. After numerous tries, he lays his head on his wooden desk. Tears stream out of his eyes. He has given up.

“Even my computer doesn’t accept me”.

rt rt rt

Fri, 02 Sep 2011 17:45:53 -0400

By far funniest blog I have ever read

Thu, 01 Sep 2011 23:05:17 -0400

Luc Carl looks at his weave in his small, stained, and cracked mirror. It is scratchy and old. The...

Thu, 01 Sep 2011 12:21:40 -0400

Luc Carl looks at his weave in his small, stained, and cracked mirror. It is scratchy and old. The color does not match the color of his real hair. People have told Luc that his weave was cheap and old. Tears come to Luc’s eyes as he realizes something. “I have so much in common with my weave”.

shutupimthinking reblogged your post: The real Luc Carl picks up his small, outdated… I AM...

Thu, 01 Sep 2011 12:12:15 -0400

shutupimthinking reblogged your post: The real Luc Carl picks up his small, outdated…

I AM PEEING. I AM LAUGHING SO HARD, I AM JUST PEEING. JUST WADDLING AROUND PEEING EVERYWHERE. IN ALL THE CORNERS OF THE ROOM. ON MY CATS

It’s comments like this that make my job worthwhile.

i love you lets have sex

Thu, 01 Sep 2011 11:19:01 -0400

Lüc Carl stood on the edge of the Brooklyn Bridge, watching his bike fall into the water. The end...

Wed, 31 Aug 2011 22:56:29 -0400

Lüc Carl stood on the edge of the Brooklyn Bridge, watching his bike fall into the water. The end had come and he was ready to go, tired of living life known as “the Weave Monster”. He slowly took out a pair of scissors and chopped off the rest of his hair, watching it fall on the wind. Just as Lüc was about to jump into the water, a figure in black appeared with a bright silver scythe. It was the grim reaper, who shook it’s head back and forth. “ARE YOU HERE TO TAKE ME AWAY?” Lüc cried, sobbing his newly short-haired head off.

“Oh hell no, I don’t want you,” The Grim Reaper exclaimed, laughing at Lüc. “I’m just here for the bike!” and with that, the Grim Reaper rode Lüc’s bike off into the sky, leaving Lüc standing there alone.

Lüc turned back to the city he once loved, let out a loud sob and whispered to himself “I can’t even die right”.

Luc Carl, hungover after waking up from a night of debauchery with Lady Gaga look-a-likes, found...

Wed, 31 Aug 2011 22:55:00 -0400

Luc Carl, hungover after waking up from a night of debauchery with Lady Gaga look-a-likes, found himself wandering the streets of NYC looking for any soul who would listen to his problems. He looked horrible, his hair was a ratty mess, he was starting to grow a pedo-beard and stache, and he smelled like days old cheese. He came across a feisty, young blonde who sat on an alley sofa, making herself a dress out of a trashbag. She seemed happy and sane enough for a chat, so Luc sat down next to her, staring at her long, wavy locks of dirty blonde hair. Suddenly, the blonde looked over from what she was doing, and squinted at him from behind glitter stained eyes.

“Who are you?” she asked, cocking her eyebrow.

“I’m LUC CARL.” He muttered, trying to muster up the confidence to speak to her, but finding trouble, being half the man he used to be..

“Ew, Luc Carl? Lady Gaga’s ex boyfriend. Ew, you’re gross, your nasty crusty beard is DISGUSTING, your weave is horrible, and you smell like shit. LATERRRR” The girl exclaimed, taking her things and walking off.

Luc Carl let out a cry as he fell over onto the sofa, tears pouring down his face.

“I’M TOO DIRTY FOR KE$HA”