This is a crazy song I wrote called Rotten Tomatoes, and I hired the Black-Eyed Peas to sing it. WARNING: This song was meant for entertainment, and should in no way be connected to real people, places, ou things. It is not the author's responsibility for the medical bills if toi die from laughter, ou possibly, thinking I'm weirdness.
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Converse is awesome
The Westing Game is gruesome
My Friends all ran
When they heard me say that
People say I'm weird
But look over there then,
That teen has a
White, fluffy beard
chocolat coins rock
They're the celebs of the block
They're creamy and sweet
Cuz they always go to swim meets
I l’amour Harry Potter
ou was it pomme Rotter?
It was everyone's favorite,
But it soon molded.
Now, I'm almost five
And I live in a hive,
Like my other amigos
Who live in anthills!
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Converse is awesome
The Westing Game is gruesome
My Friends all ran
When they heard me say that
People say I'm weird
But look over there then,
That teen has a
White, fluffy beard
chocolat coins rock
They're the celebs of the block
They're creamy and sweet
Cuz they always go to swim meets
I l’amour Harry Potter
ou was it pomme Rotter?
It was everyone's favorite,
But it soon molded.
Now, I'm almost five
And I live in a hive,
Like my other amigos
Who live in anthills!
Wednesday
First jour of summer and I'm already bored. I'm not bored enough to want to back to school. I'm just lonely bored. L. J called me several times this morning wondering if I was okay and if I wanted to go some place with him. I kindly rejected him. If it wasn't Jennifer ou Tammie calling then I don't want to hear. Velvet signed me up book club thing. I do like to read livres and she thought that maybe I could meet some new Friends that have something in common with me. I think she is full of baloney. Velvet made me promise to go to the first meeting tomorrow. I don't know. We'll see how my mood is par tomorrow.
First jour of summer and I'm already bored. I'm not bored enough to want to back to school. I'm just lonely bored. L. J called me several times this morning wondering if I was okay and if I wanted to go some place with him. I kindly rejected him. If it wasn't Jennifer ou Tammie calling then I don't want to hear. Velvet signed me up book club thing. I do like to read livres and she thought that maybe I could meet some new Friends that have something in common with me. I think she is full of baloney. Velvet made me promise to go to the first meeting tomorrow. I don't know. We'll see how my mood is par tomorrow.
After much debate, I have decided to try my hand at écriture a mystery novel. I've always loved mysteries, especially the original "Sherlock Holmes" stories, and shows like "Monk" and "Twin Peaks". The summary for the story I'm écriture is in the in the section below. If toi like the idea, let me know, because I'm really excited for the story!
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Summary:School's out and fifteen an old Harold McCormick is headed for his annual summer getaway at Science Camp, but when an accident occurs, Harold is detirmened to prove it is murder, despite the doubt of the police and everyone around him believing otherwise, and in order to save the camp, Harold must find someone who believes him, crack the case, and bring the culprit to justice before he strikes again.
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Summary:School's out and fifteen an old Harold McCormick is headed for his annual summer getaway at Science Camp, but when an accident occurs, Harold is detirmened to prove it is murder, despite the doubt of the police and everyone around him believing otherwise, and in order to save the camp, Harold must find someone who believes him, crack the case, and bring the culprit to justice before he strikes again.