Italian Bread (Ryden Crack)

DIS CHAPTR IS CRI ;-;

Ryn lokd n d miror, "Mirrir mirorr on d wal, who's d emoist ov dem al?" Peet Wentz aperd n d mirrir.

"Swiggity swoo ther is 1 mor emo dan u."

"Gad damit frnk iro!1!1!1" Ryhm yeld n stormd of out ov d batrom. Hi ws supr fancy in d tuxido n stuffz cuz d italn breds funerl ws todai. Ryn shed a gey ter thinkn bout et. D italn bred jus coldnt handl d swet buttsecks. Dat made ryn cri.

Ryhn n brenun gat 2 d funerl. Dei saw gerd wei n frnk iro.

Dat bitch steln mi emo swiggit. Rhn thot. D funrl startd. Peet n Patrik wrr d ministrs or prists r sumthn lol brednun dint car wut dei wer lolz!1!1!1!

"We r gathrd her todai to celebrat d liv of de italn bred. He wuz good bred. Hi unfortnitly ded from to muc swet buttsecks. I cri. Wii al cri." Peet sed

"Now wi wil sing e sang." Dei strted singn Northrn Donpor. Dis wus bren n ryns sang. Dey cri hard. Den brenun sed few werds.

"I luvd dis italn bred. Y did hi hav 2 go so son?" He cri hard "twas a tragc acedent det kild him. Jus to muc swet swet buttsecks." Brendn cri n so ded ryn. Dei mis d italn bred. LIK DIS IF U CRI EVRYTIME.