When I was about 6 years old I could t handle blood I would scream and cry as if I were the bitch dying. Me and my mom went to the movie theaters and went to go watch shark boy and lava girl. My mom got the tickets and was legally blind because she didn't see on the tickets " JAWS RATED R BLOOD CONTENT " and we went to our seats, waited for 15 minutes and then the movie started . I started seeing arms being ripped off by sharks and started to cry and said my maybe 10067983689393738938393993 cuss word-" I DIDNT SEE DIS SHIT IN THE PREVIEWS BITCH!!" And then basically the dumb asses who worked there were like I'm very sooty this happened and I'm over here like " THESE BITCHES ARE TRYING TO COMMIT SUICIDE!" Even though at the time I didn't understand that word very much. Then we went back home and got cool shit because of wit happened and went to the movies- NEXT FUCKING YEAR FOR TOY STORY SHIT!
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