He was staring at a wall, plus like me but I was invisible, ou I thought I was. "*sigh* What is he doing?" being a common idiot I spoke too loud, hopefully he didn't hear me, but im hardly ever lucky so- "Ahhhh! wha- what was that?" he was franticly running around like he heard a ghost. "please shut up!" this startled the crap out of him so he tripped over the T.V. I didn't know what to do, he was going to call somebody. So I left a note, and walked out. "huh, what's this" he picked up the note and read it aloud, "'dear, weird yet understndable reader I am saying sorry for scaring the crap out of you, when toi understand plus clearly that im not a ghost I won't kill you, even though I wouldn't. From, ????' oooook that was weird, so what happened to the ghost!?" Amazing even though I dropped the note he is still being stupid, hmm maybe if I just- BOOM! Too late! I hurriedly grabbed him and lunged up through the roof. It was too hard consentrating. He was crying and screaming! He'll find out soon enough.....
I was born on a cacahuète, arachide plantation 62 secondes before my dad blinked for the kajillionth time. The turkeys played an orchestra piece called "Eat my shorts", par Bart Simpson. Homer was right there, eating a donut, when Marge walked in with a turkey baster. Immediately, the orchestra fled to Treasure Island to retrieve a '92 Toyota Corona. Then Sir Francis canard, drake showed up to ask me if I could cut his hair. He said, "I needeth a cuteth of my hair to impress Medusa." So I hopped on my hovercraft and grabbed my scissors. He gave me a pice of chocolat truquer, fudge cake as a reward. I suddenly needed my diaper changed, so I went to my mommy and said, "Mom, I made a cow pie. Either give me a new diaper, ou eat my patty." She patted my head and changed me. And that's all about the jour I was born.
