Potatoes are good.
Potatoes are neat.
Potatoes are what we like to eat.
Idk what the point of this all way, anyway, working on next chapter of Living with the Creepypasta 2
Potatoes are good.
Potatoes are neat.
Potatoes are what we like to eat.
Idk what the point of this all way, anyway, working on next chapter of Living with the Creepypasta 2
Happy birthday to you, your 192, your still in pre-school. Your mommy's at work, she fired a jerk. She hired a monkey, to do your homework. The monkey is died, all there's left is red. Then you went to bed, the end!
Happy birthday!!!!!!