Uggh it's 8:00 and 3 hours past my bed time. I can't fall asleep, it's this nightmere I always have. You know how in third grade, it started. People would see me and do those 'butt kicks' in place? Well around the holidays I have this terrible, miserable nightmare of raindeer, standing in front of a violet, purple, curtain-wall. The raindeer look at me and start doing 'butt kicks' and slapping there hooves to their butts. And wait, the elves, they'd come and start filling the screen and saying "you don't kick no butt but your butt be kicking you brotha, oh wait, you ain't no brotha, doggie" and then I wake, screeching. My sister calls my screetch the sound of a little girl who ate too much backlava and then some peanut butter which turned out had rasberries in it.
Sometimes I wish my pie had more fluff to it. I think this as I dig a small fork (also known as a bishmagantikmodae, a name which I have made up). My mother makes up a prune-orange-bluberry-fig pie every day after school. I enjoy the Rambutan-Ackee fruit crust. You've never heard of Rambutan, or Ackee? Well, why not look it up. But it 'tis delicious.
Any who, thats ta-ta for now
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The Life Of BK
AksiFollow the life story of a young boy with a name that leads him through many adventures
