Chapiteau tree v_2: Logmaaaaan

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(a.n.: the first version was too bloody so i made another one)

After the crayziw nite i passeth yesterdae, Penny Lane sed: ummm... ah tink u should listen to

He is rite u now Jessie wus bettr.

meh: butt I luv hem!

Pennie: no u luv beautiful Jesseth.... hohoho 

Sudenly. deen kame up 2 me.

him: hi rorou, huw r u 2dae?

he sais in a really deep voice like he was a swimming pool. he wuz woring sum green t-shirt wif the green logo ov good charlotte on. He also had sum botiful crazy kolord belt wif sum aligator spikes un de tup of hes hair. he lookt sooo hotttt!! but joey ramen is soo mush betttr1!!!Plus, he is dead.

me: hi... den... i did not expekt to sea u ther.

din: yeah me 2.

me: but we are in pens hut, how did u nut expekt to sea me there?

Den: I kam hire cuz i wan to give bakc to benny her crayon. she lefft it on the streetz.

he is srtalkin me, but ah dun mind anymur, he hz been doin dis for eaaaarz. so i tol hem dat i dont wunt 2 see him anymor. So pEeny slapet the Doors on his nozzse nd he went away for the holiday, said h'es goin to LA ah tol him dat da kkk wood tak hem awae but he dirint lissen.

I wen 2 my houz in segret so loreli dosent tel me to go to friedae nite diner. I chnged myself nd put sum ugly jeanz nd a Avril Lavigne pink robea gothic corset wif lacy thingys on the bak and I went to the bathroom were i put sume pink maxscara (an: cuz shes punk!) but didnt make mah hair all spiky cuz it was to complex. i put my red rain boots and whent outside fbcuz i wantnt to hav a talk wif logman. my bf. it wasnt very long to go to, cuz i was on mah bike.

Me: Knock knock

Lowgram: whos there?

me: Ryro

Lowgan: Ryro who?

meh: ryro garlics!

He opnd the DOor and told me to not ride on the storm, with a grin that made me mad, but ismiled like a was n angel.

to be continued...

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⏰ Last updated: Dec 18, 2019 ⏰

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