I have twenty pairs of X-His from the Converse store suivant door, all pink. Okay, okay, see? I'm not normal. And that's not the end of it.
I have thirty T-shirts that say mouton, moutons vampires Rock on them. Yeah, I l’amour the horror movie "Sheep Vampires." It's filled with mouton, moutons that get tortured and wake up at midnight only to turn into mouton, moutons vampires that suck the blood out of their shepherds. It's rated R, but my parents never notice. I bet they don't even know there's a rating system. Lucky for me.
So, this morning, I woke up, when my glass of coca left from an an il y a shimmered. A misty face appeared.
"Jonas...come here to me...or toi shall suffer the consequences...like your precious ancestors," the woman screamed.
Was it my imagination...or did I get sucked into my glass of Coke?
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!