(DEDICATED TO MY FRIEND: Jurneebird ! Follow her for a damn good book!)
Butt. Buggy. Baby buggy bumpers.
Imma fish. Fish with spikes. Spike, spike, spike.
Let's go to the supermarket. My list is..
•Chap Stick.
•Swiffer Sweeper.
•Vaccuum bags.
•Bread.
•Graham Crackers.
•Cheese Puffs.
•Spinach.
•1 Litter Box.
•Spinich PUFFS
•Kiwi. (The Bird.. Not the fruit)
•Trantula.
•Batman.
•Kitten Puffs.
•Equal Sign Puffs.
•Pudding Cup.
•Juicebox Wizard.
Whats with all the rucious? (Ruk•Us)
Somedays, I want to eat sorbet. Or sherbert. Or sorebait. How ever the fly turds it spelt. Spelt isnt a word is it.. No? Okay.
And one day... One day, I'll be part of the cattle kingdom. I'll be Burger King.
Summer. The best time to eat spinach. Brings out the joys of life. Na-na-na-na-MEEP! MEEP!
If your on a highway, roadrunner goes BEEP! BEEP!
My prosthetic mop is being a maggot. On rye.
What the flute is a runt? A candy? A baby pig that is just.. No? I have no flipping cow meat.
(This made no sense.
What-so-ever.
At all. I'll make you a part 2! Pana-pana-kana-tropicana-Lupilanda
Umpa-Lumpa!)
Thank you, my friend. For reading this time wasting chapter! Thanks! <3 :D
