It was dark and stormy night, and somewhere African kids were dying. Waves crashed against the rocks. “She will find me and she will kill me.” Said the shaky voice through the phone.
Though the cat was outside, the food bowl was empty. He was a jack of all trades, and roses hit the window. I guess this story died in a fire, but who cares! Is it on fire?
Its paper so it sorta works! Wait it’s on a computer… Nevermind.
People keep talking to me on everything, oooooh you is popular!!!
I was six. Really? Because… yeah…
(I have no idea what’s going on right now)
I’m best friends with the rapist. Boner butt.
Everyone owns a cowboy hat, has a stuffed dear head, and works on a FARM.
SHHHHHHH.
What the HECKLE?!? New words man, new words.
Will someone die? Not interested.
There’s something on my shoulder, urrr, scared me.
(Fuwa has to do something so it’s pretty silent for a while, just lots of humming.)
I said fight you. BITE MEE
Okay I’m back hi. Did you get rice?
Whispering is fun. Whispering is my hobby.
(I have no fucking clue, Shakira out)
