<p>I hate slow internet speed that I will disregard what others shout, “Gobble Gobble!” I hate turkeys, which is why I like to put fruity pebbles in my butt while singing opera. Although this is true, many little people enjoy eating them rather than putting them in their butt. Why? It’s because they don’t have strange, freudian thoughts about putting stuff up their butt. Evidently, they must taste nice too, since I can’t make a perfect smore. I wish pineapples were easier to hide because, unlike the fruity pebbles, pinapples hurt to shove up my butt…too spikey. I also like to talk in run on sentences. They’re muy bueno. Como unas salchichas en mi butt. Me gusta comer mi chaqueta, porque yo soy tonto. Tambien me gusta comer gatos y perros, pero solo cuando estan vivido. Las muertas chupan. Chupan como una chica me chupa. Then I realized I don’t speak Spanish. I can</p>
<p>I hate slow internet speed that I will disregard what others shout, “Gobble Gobble!” I hate turkeys, which is why I like to put fruity pebbles in my butt while singing opera. Although this is true, many little people enjoy eating them rather than putting them in their butt. Why? It’s because they don’t have strange, freudian thoughts about putting stuff up their butt. Evidently, they must taste nice too, since I can’t make a perfect smore. I wish pineapples were easier to hide because, unlike the fruity pebbles, pinapples hurt to shove up my butt…too spikey. I also like to talk in run on sentences. They’re muy bueno. Como unas salchichas en mi butt. Me gusta comer mi chaqueta, porque yo soy tonto. Tambien me gusta comer gatos y perros, pero solo cuando estan vivido. Las muertas chupan. Chupan como una chica me chupa. Then I realized I don’t speak Spanish. I can actually speak Chinese. Ni hao ma? Ni shi huan ji ji ?</p>
<p>I hate slow internet speed that I will disregard what others shout, “Gobble Gobble!” I hate turkeys, which is why I like to put fruity pebbles in my butt while singing opera. Although this is true, many little people enjoy eating them rather than putting them in their butt. Why? It’s because they don’t have strange, freudian thoughts about putting stuff up their butt. Evidently, they must taste nice too, since I can’t make a perfect smore. I wish pineapples were easier to hide because, unlike the fruity pebbles, pinapples hurt to shove up my butt…too spikey. I also like to talk in run on sentences. They’re muy bueno. Como unas salchichas en mi butt. Me gusta comer mi chaqueta, porque yo soy tonto. Tambien me gusta comer gatos y perros, pero solo cuando estan vivido. Las muertas chupan. Chupan como una chica me chupa. Then I realized I don’t speak Spanish. I can actually speak Chinese. Ni hao ma? Ni shi huan ji ji ? And then I realized I don’t speak that either… All I speak is English. I hate</p>
<p>Part 1</p>
<p>I like men because I can’t find a girl that can withstand my dislike of boobies. My intense mammary phobia led to the gruesome deaths of my parents by strangulation. An Elmo puppet was used to strangle both my parents in, they died within 8 hours. Apparently, people couldn’t stand my radical views. I now have to live with my mutant Communist. The end.</p>
<p>Part 2</p>
<p>I like the SAT Blue Book more than fingernails on a chalkboard. It also beats watching paint dry…occasionally. At times I feel like my life is a standardized test so I do it. Other times, I actually enjoy doing the tests and feel like I am in SAT heaven. Then I wake up…from my nightmare screaming, "Holy ****, I’m a turkey. “Ah crap,” I think, Thanksgiving is Thursday. Everyone should eat mor chikin. Then I realized that I am not really a turkey, but a Blue book lover. All Thanksgiving means now is that I have to waste time eating food at a dinner table instead of spending time with my lovely SAT blue book. Just for the record, to all, I’m delusional and completely insane. And that’s why I love Russell Peters wit a passion. I love him so much that I’ll eat his specially made recipe for hickory smoked elephant labia majora (sliced into thin strips). But then I realize that Russell Peters is no cook and watch Outsourced for the 500^500! time. I spent the rest of the day, saying “Be a man. Do the right thing. Gobble Gobble.”</p>
<p>Part 3</p>
<p>I hate slow internet speed that I will disregard what others shout, “Gobble Gobble!” I hate turkeys, which is why I like to put fruity pebbles in my butt while singing opera. Although this is true, many little people enjoy eating them rather than putting them in their butt. Why? It’s because they don’t have strange, freudian thoughts about putting stuff up their butt. Evidently, they must taste nice too, since I can’t make a perfect smore. I wish pineapples were easier to hide because, unlike the fruity pebbles, pinapples hurt to shove up my butt…too spikey. I also like to talk in run on sentences. They’re muy bueno. Como unas salchichas en mi butt. Me gusta comer mi chaqueta, porque yo soy tonto. Tambien me gusta comer gatos y perros, pero solo cuando estan vivido. Las muertas chupan. Chupan como una chica me chupa. Then I realized I don’t speak Spanish. I can actually speak Chinese. Ni hao ma? Ni shi huan ji ji ? And then I realized I don’t speak that either… All I speak is English. I hate God.</p>
<p>Part 1</p>
<p>I like men because I can’t find a girl that can withstand my dislike of boobies. My intense mammary phobia led to the gruesome deaths of my parents by strangulation. An Elmo puppet was used to strangle both my parents in, they died within 8 hours. Apparently, people couldn’t stand my radical views. I now have to live with my mutant Communist. The end.</p>
<p>Part 2</p>
<p>I like the SAT Blue Book more than fingernails on a chalkboard. It also beats watching paint dry…occasionally. At times I feel like my life is a standardized test so I do it. Other times, I actually enjoy doing the tests and feel like I am in SAT heaven. Then I wake up…from my nightmare screaming, "Holy ****, I’m a turkey. “Ah crap,” I think, Thanksgiving is Thursday. Everyone should eat mor chikin. Then I realized that I am not really a turkey, but a Blue book lover. All Thanksgiving means now is that I have to waste time eating food at a dinner table instead of spending time with my lovely SAT blue book. Just for the record, to all, I’m delusional and completely insane. And that’s why I love Russell Peters wit a passion. I love him so much that I’ll eat his specially made recipe for hickory smoked elephant labia majora (sliced into thin strips). But then I realize that Russell Peters is no cook and watch Outsourced for the 500^500! time. I spent the rest of the day, saying “Be a man. Do the right thing. Gobble Gobble.”</p>
<p>Part 3</p>
<p>I hate slow internet speed that I will disregard what others shout, “Gobble Gobble!” I hate turkeys, which is why I like to put fruity pebbles in my butt while singing opera. Although this is true, many little people enjoy eating them rather than putting them in their butt. Why? It’s because they don’t have strange, freudian thoughts about putting stuff up their butt. Evidently, they must taste nice too, since I can’t make a perfect smore. I wish pineapples were easier to hide because, unlike the fruity pebbles, pinapples hurt to shove up my butt…too spikey. I also like to talk in run on sentences. They’re muy bueno. Como unas salchichas en mi butt. Me gusta comer mi chaqueta, porque yo soy tonto. Tambien me gusta comer gatos y perros, pero solo cuando estan vivido. Las muertas chupan. Chupan como una chica me chupa. Then I realized I don’t speak Spanish. I can actually speak Chinese. Ni hao ma? Ni shi huan ji ji ? And then I realized I don’t speak that either… All I speak is English. I hate Godot. Why won’t he come?</p>
<p>Part 1</p>
<p>I like men because I can’t find a girl that can withstand my dislike of boobies. My intense mammary phobia led to the gruesome deaths of my parents by strangulation. An Elmo puppet was used to strangle both my parents in, they died within 8 hours. Apparently, people couldn’t stand my radical views. I now have to live with my mutant Communist. The end.</p>
<p>Part 2</p>
<p>I like the SAT Blue Book more than fingernails on a chalkboard. It also beats watching paint dry…occasionally. At times I feel like my life is a standardized test so I do it. Other times, I actually enjoy doing the tests and feel like I am in SAT heaven. Then I wake up…from my nightmare screaming, "Holy ****, I’m a turkey. “Ah crap,” I think, Thanksgiving is Thursday. Everyone should eat mor chikin. Then I realized that I am not really a turkey, but a Blue book lover. All Thanksgiving means now is that I have to waste time eating food at a dinner table instead of spending time with my lovely SAT blue book. Just for the record, to all, I’m delusional and completely insane. And that’s why I love Russell Peters wit a passion. I love him so much that I’ll eat his specially made recipe for hickory smoked elephant labia majora (sliced into thin strips). But then I realize that Russell Peters is no cook and watch Outsourced for the 500^500! time. I spent the rest of the day, saying “Be a man. Do the right thing. Gobble Gobble.”</p>
<p>Part 3</p>
<p>I hate slow internet speed that I will disregard what others shout, “Gobble Gobble!” I hate turkeys, which is why I like to put fruity pebbles in my butt while singing opera. Although this is true, many little people enjoy eating them rather than putting them in their butt. Why? It’s because they don’t have strange, freudian thoughts about putting stuff up their butt. Evidently, they must taste nice too, since I can’t make a perfect smore. I wish pineapples were easier to hide because, unlike the fruity pebbles, pinapples hurt to shove up my butt…too spikey. I also like to talk in run on sentences. They’re muy bueno. Como unas salchichas en mi butt. Me gusta comer mi chaqueta, porque yo soy tonto. Tambien me gusta comer gatos y perros, pero solo cuando estan vivido. Las muertas chupan. Chupan como una chica me chupa. Then I realized I don’t speak Spanish. I can actually speak Chinese. Ni hao ma? Ni shi huan ji ji ? And then I realized I don’t speak that either… All I speak is English. I hate Godot. Why won’t he come? More importantly though, why won’t Santa come? I miss</p>
<p>Part 1</p>
<p>I like men because I can’t find a girl that can withstand my dislike of boobies. My intense mammary phobia led to the gruesome deaths of my parents by strangulation. An Elmo puppet was used to strangle both my parents in, they died within 8 hours. Apparently, people couldn’t stand my radical views. I now have to live with my mutant Communist. The end.</p>
<p>Part 2</p>
<p>I like the SAT Blue Book more than fingernails on a chalkboard. It also beats watching paint dry…occasionally. At times I feel like my life is a standardized test so I do it. Other times, I actually enjoy doing the tests and feel like I am in SAT heaven. Then I wake up…from my nightmare screaming, "Holy ****, I’m a turkey. “Ah crap,” I think, Thanksgiving is Thursday. Everyone should eat mor chikin. Then I realized that I am not really a turkey, but a Blue book lover. All Thanksgiving means now is that I have to waste time eating food at a dinner table instead of spending time with my lovely SAT blue book. Just for the record, to all, I’m delusional and completely insane. And that’s why I love Russell Peters wit a passion. I love him so much that I’ll eat his specially made recipe for hickory smoked elephant labia majora (sliced into thin strips). But then I realize that Russell Peters is no cook and watch Outsourced for the 500^500! time. I spent the rest of the day, saying “Be a man. Do the right thing. Gobble Gobble.”</p>
<p>Part 3</p>
<p>I hate slow internet speed that I will disregard what others shout, “Gobble Gobble!” I hate turkeys, which is why I like to put fruity pebbles in my butt while singing opera. Although this is true, many little people enjoy eating them rather than putting them in their butt. Why? It’s because they don’t have strange, freudian thoughts about putting stuff up their butt. Evidently, they must taste nice too, since I can’t make a perfect smore. I wish pineapples were easier to hide because, unlike the fruity pebbles, pinapples hurt to shove up my butt…too spikey. I also like to talk in run on sentences. They’re muy bueno. Como unas salchichas en mi butt. Me gusta comer mi chaqueta, porque yo soy tonto. Tambien me gusta comer gatos y perros, pero solo cuando estan vivido. Las muertas chupan. Chupan como una chica me chupa. Then I realized I don’t speak Spanish. I can actually speak Chinese. Ni hao ma? Ni shi huan ji ji ? And then I realized I don’t speak that either… All I speak is English. I hate God. Why won’t he come? He never answers any of my questions…</p>
<p>Part 1</p>
<p>I like men because I can’t find a girl that can withstand my dislike of boobies. My intense mammary phobia led to the gruesome deaths of my parents by strangulation. An Elmo puppet was used to strangle both my parents in, they died within 8 hours. Apparently, people couldn’t stand my radical views. I now have to live with my mutant Communist. The end.</p>
<p>Part 2</p>
<p>I like the SAT Blue Book more than fingernails on a chalkboard. It also beats watching paint dry…occasionally. At times I feel like my life is a standardized test so I do it. Other times, I actually enjoy doing the tests and feel like I am in SAT heaven. Then I wake up…from my nightmare screaming, "Holy ****, I’m a turkey. “Ah crap,” I think, Thanksgiving is Thursday. Everyone should eat mor chikin. Then I realized that I am not really a turkey, but a Blue book lover. All Thanksgiving means now is that I have to waste time eating food at a dinner table instead of spending time with my lovely SAT blue book. Just for the record, to all, I’m delusional and completely insane. And that’s why I love Russell Peters wit a passion. I love him so much that I’ll eat his specially made recipe for hickory smoked elephant labia majora (sliced into thin strips). But then I realize that Russell Peters is no cook and watch Outsourced for the 500^500! time. I spent the rest of the day, saying “Be a man. Do the right thing. Gobble Gobble.”</p>
<p>Part 3</p>
<p>I hate slow internet speed that I will disregard what others shout, “Gobble Gobble!” I hate turkeys, which is why I like to put fruity pebbles in my butt while singing opera. Although this is true, many little people enjoy eating them rather than putting them in their butt. Why? It’s because they don’t have strange, freudian thoughts about putting stuff up their butt. Evidently, they must taste nice too, since I can’t make a perfect smore. I wish pineapples were easier to hide because, unlike the fruity pebbles, pinapples hurt to shove up my butt…too spikey. I also like to talk in run on sentences. They’re muy bueno. Como unas salchichas en mi butt. Me gusta comer mi chaqueta, porque yo soy tonto. Tambien me gusta comer gatos y perros, pero solo cuando estan vivido. Las muertas chupan. Chupan como una chica me chupa. Then I realized I don’t speak Spanish. I can actually speak Chinese. Ni hao ma? Ni shi huan ji ji ? And then I realized I don’t speak that either… All I speak is English. I hate God. Why won’t he come? He never answers any of my questions about if I will get into Harvard. Harvard is my life, y’know. I’ve wanted to go since I was one and a half.</p>
<p>Part 1</p>
<p>I like men because I can’t find a girl that can withstand my dislike of boobies. My intense mammary phobia led to the gruesome deaths of my parents by strangulation. An Elmo puppet was used to strangle both my parents in, they died within 8 hours. Apparently, people couldn’t stand my radical views. I now have to live with my mutant Communist. The end.</p>
<p>Part 2</p>
<p>I like the SAT Blue Book more than fingernails on a chalkboard. It also beats watching paint dry…occasionally. At times I feel like my life is a standardized test so I do it. Other times, I actually enjoy doing the tests and feel like I am in SAT heaven. Then I wake up…from my nightmare screaming, "Holy ****, I’m a turkey. “Ah crap,” I think, Thanksgiving is Thursday. Everyone should eat mor chikin. Then I realized that I am not really a turkey, but a Blue book lover. All Thanksgiving means now is that I have to waste time eating food at a dinner table instead of spending time with my lovely SAT blue book. Just for the record, to all, I’m delusional and completely insane. And that’s why I love Russell Peters wit a passion. I love him so much that I’ll eat his specially made recipe for hickory smoked elephant labia majora (sliced into thin strips). But then I realize that Russell Peters is no cook and watch Outsourced for the 500^500! time. I spent the rest of the day, saying “Be a man. Do the right thing. Gobble Gobble.”</p>
<p>Part 3</p>
<p>I hate slow internet speed that I will disregard what others shout, “Gobble Gobble!” I hate turkeys, which is why I like to put fruity pebbles in my butt while singing opera. Although this is true, many little people enjoy eating them rather than putting them in their butt. Why? It’s because they don’t have strange, freudian thoughts about putting stuff up their butt. Evidently, they must taste nice too, since I can’t make a perfect smore. I wish pineapples were easier to hide because, unlike the fruity pebbles, pinapples hurt to shove up my butt…too spikey. I also like to talk in run on sentences. They’re muy bueno. Como unas salchichas en mi butt. Me gusta comer mi chaqueta, porque yo soy tonto. Tambien me gusta comer gatos y perros, pero solo cuando estan vivido. Las muertas chupan. Chupan como una chica me chupa. Then I realized I don’t speak Spanish. I can actually speak Chinese. Ni hao ma? Ni shi huan ji ji ? And then I realized I don’t speak that either… All I speak is English. I hate God. Why won’t he come? He never answers any of my questions about if I will get into Harvard. Harvard is my life, y’know. I’ve wanted to go since I was one and a half.</p>
<p>Stupid post order problems.</p>
<p>im sorry but “I hate God”…that’s so mean.</p>
<p>hahahaa that’s why somebody changed it to godot and then it got changed back to god again…</p>
<p>I hate slow internet speed that I will disregard what others shout, “Gobble Gobble!” I hate turkeys, which is why I like to put fruity pebbles in my butt while singing opera. Although this is true, many little people enjoy eating them rather than putting them in their butt. Why? It’s because they don’t have strange, freudian thoughts about putting stuff up their butt. Evidently, they must taste nice too, since I can’t make a perfect smore. I wish pineapples were easier to hide because, unlike the fruity pebbles, pinapples hurt to shove up my butt…too spikey. I also like to talk in run on sentences. They’re muy bueno. Como unas salchichas en mi butt. Me gusta comer mi chaqueta, porque yo soy tonto. Tambien me gusta comer gatos y perros, pero solo cuando estan vivido. Las muertas chupan. Mi madre esta en cama con su gato ahora, por que el gato es muy bien en cama y tiene…</p>
<p>^ fail. 10char</p>
<p>sorryyyy i was just trying to spice things up a little big, gawd. =/</p>
<p>Part 1</p>
<p>I like men because I can’t find a girl that can withstand my dislike of boobies. My intense mammary phobia led to the gruesome deaths of my parents by strangulation. An Elmo puppet was used to strangle both my parents in, they died within 8 hours. Apparently, people couldn’t stand my radical views. I now have to live with my mutant Communist. The end.</p>
<p>Part 2</p>
<p>I like the SAT Blue Book more than fingernails on a chalkboard. It also beats watching paint dry…occasionally. At times I feel like my life is a standardized test so I do it. Other times, I actually enjoy doing the tests and feel like I am in SAT heaven. Then I wake up…from my nightmare screaming, "Holy ****, I’m a turkey. “Ah crap,” I think, Thanksgiving is Thursday. Everyone should eat mor chikin. Then I realized that I am not really a turkey, but a Blue book lover. All Thanksgiving means now is that I have to waste time eating food at a dinner table instead of spending time with my lovely SAT blue book. Just for the record, to all, I’m delusional and completely insane. And that’s why I love Russell Peters wit a passion. I love him so much that I’ll eat his specially made recipe for hickory smoked elephant labia majora (sliced into thin strips). But then I realize that Russell Peters is no cook and watch Outsourced for the 500^500! time. I spent the rest of the day, saying “Be a man. Do the right thing. Gobble Gobble.”</p>
<p>Part 3</p>
<p>I hate slow internet speed that I will disregard what others shout, “Gobble Gobble!” I hate turkeys, which is why I like to put fruity pebbles in my butt while singing opera. Although this is true, many little people enjoy eating them rather than putting them in their butt. Why? It’s because they don’t have strange, freudian thoughts about putting stuff up their butt. Evidently, they must taste nice too, since I can’t make a perfect smore. I wish pineapples were easier to hide because, unlike the fruity pebbles, pinapples hurt to shove up my butt…too spikey. I also like to talk in run on sentences. They’re muy bueno. Como unas salchichas en mi butt. Me gusta comer mi chaqueta, porque yo soy tonto. Tambien me gusta comer gatos y perros, pero solo cuando estan vivido. Las muertas chupan. Chupan como una chica me chupa. Then I realized I don’t speak Spanish. I can actually speak Chinese. Ni hao ma? Ni shi huan ji ji ? And then I realized I don’t speak that either… All I speak is English. I hate God. Why won’t he come? He never answers any of my questions about if I will get into Harvard. Harvard is my life, y’know. I’ve wanted to go since I was one and a half. Of course, I also started playing the piano and doing research at 3.</p>
<p>Part 1</p>
<p>I like men because I can’t find a girl that can withstand my dislike of boobies. My intense mammary phobia led to the gruesome deaths of my parents by strangulation. An Elmo puppet was used to strangle both my parents in, they died within 8 hours. Apparently, people couldn’t stand my radical views. I now have to live with my mutant Communist. The end.</p>
<p>Part 2</p>
<p>I like the SAT Blue Book more than fingernails on a chalkboard. It also beats watching paint dry…occasionally. At times I feel like my life is a standardized test so I do it. Other times, I actually enjoy doing the tests and feel like I am in SAT heaven. Then I wake up…from my nightmare screaming, "Holy ****, I’m a turkey. “Ah crap,” I think, Thanksgiving is Thursday. Everyone should eat mor chikin. Then I realized that I am not really a turkey, but a Blue book lover. All Thanksgiving means now is that I have to waste time eating food at a dinner table instead of spending time with my lovely SAT blue book. Just for the record, to all, I’m delusional and completely insane. And that’s why I love Russell Peters wit a passion. I love him so much that I’ll eat his specially made recipe for hickory smoked elephant labia majora (sliced into thin strips). But then I realize that Russell Peters is no cook and watch Outsourced for the 500^500! time. I spent the rest of the day, saying “Be a man. Do the right thing. Gobble Gobble.”</p>
<p>Part 3</p>
<p>I hate slow internet speed that I will disregard what others shout, “Gobble Gobble!” I hate turkeys, which is why I like to put fruity pebbles in my butt while singing opera. Although this is true, many little people enjoy eating them rather than putting them in their butt. Why? It’s because they don’t have strange, freudian thoughts about putting stuff up their butt. Evidently, they must taste nice too, since I can’t make a perfect smore. I wish pineapples were easier to hide because, unlike the fruity pebbles, pinapples hurt to shove up my butt…too spikey. I also like to talk in run on sentences. They’re muy bueno. Como unas salchichas en mi butt. Me gusta comer mi chaqueta, porque yo soy tonto. Tambien me gusta comer gatos y perros, pero solo cuando estan vivido. Las muertas chupan. Chupan como una chica me chupa. Then I realized I don’t speak Spanish. I can actually speak Chinese. Ni hao ma? Ni shi huan ji ji ? And then I realized I don’t speak that either… All I speak is English. I hate God. Why won’t he come? He never answers any of my questions about if I will get into Harvard. Harvard is my life, y’know. I’ve wanted to go since I was one and a half. Of course, I also started playing the piano and doing research at 3. I realized then that I also needed athletics to truly have breadth and depth, so I started fencing at 4. The lack of motor skills was a problem at first though. I accidently</p>
<p>Part 3</p>
<p>I hate slow internet speed that I will disregard what others shout, “Gobble Gobble!” I hate turkeys, which is why I like to put fruity pebbles in my butt while singing opera. Although this is true, many little people enjoy eating them rather than putting them in their butt. Why? It’s because they don’t have strange, freudian thoughts about putting stuff up their butt. Evidently, they must taste nice too, since I can’t make a perfect smore. I wish pineapples were easier to hide because, unlike the fruity pebbles, pinapples hurt to shove up my butt…too spikey. I also like to talk in run on sentences. They’re muy bueno. Como unas salchichas en mi butt. Me gusta comer mi chaqueta, porque yo soy tonto. Tambien me gusta comer gatos y perros, pero solo cuando estan vivido. Las muertas chupan. Chupan como una chica me chupa. Then I realized I don’t speak Spanish. I can actually speak Chinese. Ni hao ma? Ni shi huan ji ji ? And then I realized I don’t speak that either… All I speak is English. I hate God. Why won’t he come? He never answers any of my questions about if I will get into Harvard. Harvard is my life, y’know. I’ve wanted to go since I was one and a half. Of course, I also started playing the piano and doing research at 3. I realized then that I also needed athletics to truly have breadth and depth, so I started fencing at 4. The lack of motor skills was a problem at first though. I accidently cut my head off with a butcher knife, and then I had to replace it with a giraffe’s head. Having a giraffe’s head, though, didn’t prove it self to be so bad.</p>
<p>Part 3</p>
<p>I hate slow internet speed that I will disregard what others shout, “Gobble Gobble!” I hate turkeys, which is why I like to put fruity pebbles in my butt while singing opera. Although this is true, many little people enjoy eating them rather than putting them in their butt. Why? It’s because they don’t have strange, freudian thoughts about putting stuff up their butt. Evidently, they must taste nice too, since I can’t make a perfect smore. I wish pineapples were easier to hide because, unlike the fruity pebbles, pinapples hurt to shove up my butt…too spikey. I also like to talk in run on sentences. They’re muy bueno. Como unas salchichas en mi butt. Me gusta comer mi chaqueta, porque yo soy tonto. Tambien me gusta comer gatos y perros, pero solo cuando estan vivido. Las muertas chupan. Chupan como una chica me chupa. Then I realized I don’t speak Spanish. I can actually speak Chinese. Ni hao ma? Ni shi huan ji ji ? And then I realized I don’t speak that either… All I speak is English. I hate God. Why won’t he come? He never answers any of my questions about if I will get into Harvard. Harvard is my life, y’know. I’ve wanted to go since I was one and a half. Of course, I also started playing the piano and doing research at 3. I realized then that I also needed athletics to truly have breadth and depth, so I started fencing at 4. The lack of motor skills was a problem at first though. I accidently cut my head off with a butcher knife, and then I had to replace it with a giraffe’s head. Having a giraffe’s head, though, didn’t prove it self to be so bad. It gives me a unique characteristi in admissions. My essays are all going to focus around how I mocked and how I overcame it.</p>
<p>Part 3</p>
<p>I hate slow internet speed that I will disregard what others shout, “Gobble Gobble!” I hate turkeys, which is why I like to put fruity pebbles in my butt while singing opera. Although this is true, many little people enjoy eating them rather than putting them in their butt. Why? It’s because they don’t have strange, freudian thoughts about putting stuff up their butt. Evidently, they must taste nice too, since I can’t make a perfect smore. I wish pineapples were easier to hide because, unlike the fruity pebbles, pinapples hurt to shove up my butt…too spikey. I also like to talk in run on sentences. They’re muy bueno. Como unas salchichas en mi butt. Me gusta comer mi chaqueta, porque yo soy tonto. Tambien me gusta comer gatos y perros, pero solo cuando estan vivido. Las muertas chupan. Chupan como una chica me chupa. Then I realized I don’t speak Spanish. I can actually speak Chinese. Ni hao ma? Ni shi huan ji ji ? And then I realized I don’t speak that either… All I speak is English. I hate God. Why won’t he come? He never answers any of my questions about if I will get into Harvard. Harvard is my life, y’know. I’ve wanted to go since I was one and a half. Of course, I also started playing the piano and doing research at 3. I realized then that I also needed athletics to truly have breadth and depth, so I started fencing at 4. The lack of motor skills was a problem at first though. I accidently cut my head off with a butcher knife, and then I had to replace it with a giraffe’s head. Having a giraffe’s head, though, didn’t prove it self to be so bad. It gives me a unique characteristi in admissions. My essays are all going to focus around how I mocked and how I overcame it. But sadly, I became overcome with depression and started doing</p>
<p>Part 1</p>
<p>I like men because I can’t find a girl that can withstand my dislike of boobies. My intense mammary phobia led to the gruesome deaths of my parents by strangulation. An Elmo puppet was used to strangle both my parents in, they died within 8 hours. Apparently, people couldn’t stand my radical views. I now have to live with my mutant Communist. The end.</p>
<p>Part 2</p>
<p>I like the SAT Blue Book more than fingernails on a chalkboard. It also beats watching paint dry…occasionally. At times I feel like my life is a standardized test so I do it. Other times, I actually enjoy doing the tests and feel like I am in SAT heaven. Then I wake up…from my nightmare screaming, "Holy ****, I’m a turkey. “Ah crap,” I think, Thanksgiving is Thursday. Everyone should eat mor chikin. Then I realized that I am not really a turkey, but a Blue book lover. All Thanksgiving means now is that I have to waste time eating food at a dinner table instead of spending time with my lovely SAT blue book. Just for the record, to all, I’m delusional and completely insane. And that’s why I love Russell Peters wit a passion. I love him so much that I’ll eat his specially made recipe for hickory smoked elephant labia majora (sliced into thin strips). But then I realize that Russell Peters is no cook and watch Outsourced for the 500^500! time. I spent the rest of the day, saying “Be a man. Do the right thing. Gobble Gobble.”</p>
<p>Part 3</p>
<p>I hate slow internet speed that I will disregard what others shout, “Gobble Gobble!” I hate turkeys, which is why I like to put fruity pebbles in my butt while singing opera. Although this is true, many little people enjoy eating them rather than putting them in their butt. Why? It’s because they don’t have strange, freudian thoughts about putting stuff up their butt. Evidently, they must taste nice too, since I can’t make a perfect smore. I wish pineapples were easier to hide because, unlike the fruity pebbles, pinapples hurt to shove up my butt…too spikey. I also like to talk in run on sentences. They’re muy bueno. Como unas salchichas en mi butt. Me gusta comer mi chaqueta, porque yo soy tonto. Tambien me gusta comer gatos y perros, pero solo cuando estan vivido. Las muertas chupan. Chupan como una chica me chupa. Then I realized I don’t speak Spanish. I can actually speak Chinese. Ni hao ma? Ni shi huan ji ji ? And then I realized I don’t speak that either… All I speak is English. I hate God. Why won’t he come? He never answers any of my questions about if I will get into Harvard. Harvard is my life, y’know. I’ve wanted to go since I was one and a half. Of course, I also started playing the piano and doing research at 3. I realized then that I also needed athletics to truly have breadth and depth, so I started fencing at 4. The lack of motor skills was a problem at first though. I accidently cut my head off with a butcher knife, and then I had to replace it with a giraffe’s head. Having a giraffe’s head, though, didn’t prove it self to be so bad. It gives me a unique characteristi in admissions. My essays are all going to focus around how I mocked and how I overcame it. But sadly, I became overcome with depression and started doing your mom</p>