Chapter 17- Babies
In this chapter, I'll be ranting about babies.
If you read my other chapters, then you may know that I hate babies.
I just don't like them.
It doesn't help that I have a three month old baby in my household either.
I like babies, but I don't like them.
They're cute and all but I just don't like them, like at all.
Is there something wrong with that?
No, there isn't, shut up!
Well, when I was really young, like about 4, I went over to my best friend's house everyday.
I can't really remember her name but all I know is that she had a baby brother.
His name was Chastice, he was pretty cute and fun for a five month old baby.
One day, I asked if I could hold him.
They agreed and put the baby in my arms.
(They already taught me how to hold him and stuff)
I was holding him and our eyes met.
Then he bit my face.
Seriously. I still have the scar!
He was just eating my face and I was screaming for help.
Chastice then let go of my face, NOT!
His parents had to freaking pull him off, but of course that didn't work.
It was actually pulling of my skin.
I can't even...
Well, that's why I'm afraid of babies. Seriously.
Yours Truly, BlackAbegnation😘😘
ESTÁS LEYENDO
The rant book
HumorRant; to speak or declaim extravagantly or violently, talk in a wild or vehement way. - That's exactly what I'm doing. I'm ranting on and on about things that piss the hell out of me. This is my opinion. I'm only writing this so I don't kill someone...
