(Lmao not me forgetting to write)

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Gerald was always a fan of dark humor, even at the young age of nine.

He would even research about the darkest events in history just to make a pun.

Not all of them were good, of course. Some were . . . Decent, at most.

But he was trying.

That counts for something.

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His school had been researching about hurricanes, and the main topic of conversation had been Hurricane Katrina.

He heard about how devastating the storm had been, and he knew it was destiny.

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In the car he was mumbling to himself. 

Random things put together to try and make the perfect pun.

"Hurricane Katrina? More like Hurricane . . . Patricia! No . . . That won't work . . . "

His mother turned the rear-view mirror towards him.

"Gerald, honey? What are you talking about?"

"Oh, nothing. Just thinking." He replied, not wanting to reveal his secret joke.

"Okay. Well, how was your day? Are you and that Max kid still friends?" His mother asked, trying to make comfortable conversation.

"Yes mom. We're still friends. Hasn't changed, and I doubt it ever will. Me and him are planning to get an apartment one day!" Gerald replied, excited to share his plans and get his mind off of the difficult joke.

"Well that's sweet! You two are very good friends. Glad you're not completely alone."

[HAH! BET YOU WEREN'T EXPECTING GERALD AND MAX TO BE IN THIS ONE! B E T C H .]

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"Hey, Gerald, do you mind going into the pantry and getting me some tortillas?"

Gerald was quite angry at that moment, so he hissed out,

"Why?"

His mom sighed. This wasn't the first time he was this agitated, and she decided not to draw attention to it.

"We're having quesadillas tonight, so I need them to make dinner."

That's when the answer to his problems hit him like a brick.

"MOM! COM TO THE PANTRY RIGHT NOW, BRING YOUR PHONE! YOU'RE GONNA WANT TO RECORD THIS. I'M ABOUT TO MAKE HISTORY!"

She quickly got up, confused of what was going on.

When she got into the kitchen, she saw Gerald standing in the pantry, grinning like a cheshire cat.

"Gerald? Sweetie, what are you doing?"

"I'm about to make history! Now start recording!"

As the camera began rolling, he dropped some tortilla packages on himself, and said the line that was supposedly going to make history.

"Hurricane Katrina? More like Hurricane Tortilla!"

His mother let out an inaudible sigh.

"I made this thing with my body."

https://youtu.be/AQ4IzR9OSfE

(I found the dude who made the vine, and he's pretty funny, so check out the channel!)