Lets play a little writting game
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Thread Topic: Lets play a little writting game
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"NUUUUUUUUU IM DIEGO!"i shouts missing everything that has happened.
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IM SCRAT!!!!!!!!!!!!
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"NO! I'M DIEGO, YOU'RE SID!" I shout. >:O
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I start over reacting and I say "What? there's no way I'm manny! He's a big fat mammoth! "
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"I'M NO' SID!"i yell "YOUR PETER GRIFFIN!"
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Wow i'm a baby!come and get me!!!
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I shout: "YES YOU ARE!!!!!!!!!!" >:D
I turn to Moon, and shout: "YOU'RE PETER GRIFFIN, I'M DONKEY!" *points to pic* >=D >=0 -
I pick up Roshan, and change his diaper full of poo poo O.o
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O_o aw!
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"IM NOT ACCUALLY!"i yell at Smartie.
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I glare at Sly, and shove the poop in her face. >=DDDDDDDDDDDDD
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The sun glares out from behind the now dark grey clouds. The wind picks up, carrying with it the cries and sobs of the heavens, sending them echoing down to the earth below. A young girl watches from her rain splattered window pain, a pale grey light casting itself across her sweet, freckled face. Her eyes, a deep sea of blue, reflect the anguish and pain she has had to live with since the beginning of time. A bruise resides on her cheek, dark red, pulsing purple and green underneath the tender flesh. Her hands, shaky and frail, rest upon the windowsill; her knuckles are white from the tightness of her grip. A single tear glides down her face, slipping off of the bridge of her nose. It creates a dark splotch on her white dress; an area of grey amongst a vast span of white. White symbolizes purity, innocence... Black, the beast imposing upon her fragile body; tearing at her soul as it slowly erodes her very being away. All that remains is a vacant space where a heart should have been.
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C'mon she's just a BABY!
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"You're right." I say. *Looks at pic* "YOU'RE SHREK!"
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"No...... IM ARTIE AND YOUR DONKEY!"
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