But not even a snooty person who had once helped a dead old lady cross the road, was prepared for what ABBY had in store today.
The peepee teased like drinking mice, making UrMom sus.
As UrMom stepped outside and ABBY came closer, he could see the breakable glint in his eye.
ABBY gazed with the affection of 6607 wet frail flamingos. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want pencils."
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Two Controlling Uncles Decapitating to the Beat
Casualethis is the story of a baka. this is generated by a random story generator... HEE HEE this story has bad grammer, childish and may be a bit rude... but no swear words
