Az I hav sad be4, I take rap clases.
Day are vary fun
I sumtimes eat carets they're.
And pwetsels. If I am luky
In rap class, I fart.
Yep!
I fart!
Mi farting iz part of my beet.
My teecher thinks that I nede
Britbrit the kitkit wasn't aloud to b in rap clas eater. Witch made me feel like I wuz in skool.
I snack her in anyway. Know won knew until she let one rip!
Everyone definitely knew den. It was a big stanky one!
She lucks so baeish wen she toots that I start tooting. It's a habit of min. She brings out da toots in me! :))))))
Dats y she wil Neva leave me!
I don't no if I'm going to go back to rap class bc they kind of kikked me and Britbrit out.
Sorry it's bin a wile.
I'm stil available ;)
It goes down in the instant massage ;)$
Lates gates!
And as my rap teach wood say: whicka whicka fresh and werd!
Burp. Nose farts.
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Hank Town
FanfictionI'm Hank. Hank Fregley. This story is about my life, so I don't have to keep posting comments about it. It all started off as a wee laddie. So yeah. Read it. I dare you, i'm aviable.... ;) \ burp. nose farts.
