peepeepoopoo

shit myself

I woke up to the screaming sounds of my dad once again telling my dog that he is going to leave him.

"Peepeepoopoo Jemmy, peepeepoopoo... I am sick and tired of u not cleaning my childs piss and puke up along with blood"
He kept screaming, my dog replied in a British accent

"Dear sir..... I have been eating such peepeepoopoo and puke and blood"

My dad just slammed the door and crawled to his car and drove away, smashing through the oven door on his way to the kitchen store in bath and body works for the next 10 years. I just laid there in my book while bricks covered my body and my head was laying on my blanket I could hear the swimming of my dog coming up the stares and into my room

"Its all ur fault... go put make up on fulgy"

He barked as he farted blood all over my floor and human walked to the execution room to eat a baby.

"Okay ur my 67th reason why"

I rolled my eyes and got out of bed while the brick shattered all over my pet turtles crashing them individually killing them each. I couldn't care less as I had to throw my messy oily hair into a bun and walk down stares made of nail, piercing through my feet making me bleed diet coke. I was in my kitchen garden getting a bowl of mashed up mice along with hairy men's titty milk and chewed on it spitting it all onto prince Phillip's walking corpse as he levitates into my toy room. Then all of a sudden harry from one direction came out

"Ello love I am here to kidnap yer"

I was surprised

"Wanna see my toy room?"

I sneezed

"Ur 37... no"

He said then hand stand walk away I think that's what it's called idk.

I cried and shat myself the end