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| Last summer my dad told me to get a job. So I did. I got a job as a dog taker care of-er. A big fat rich lady got me to take care of her ugly poodle Muffy. My god, that was an ugly dog! | |
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| It was so ugly that I vommited in disgust! I was hungry after that so I ate some stuff under the sink. I then started to see things! I saw a giant centipede eating my uncle's brains! | |
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| I went crazy and gutted Muffy with a wooden spoon. Then I realised that the fat rich lady would not give me my nickle if her dog was dead in her kitchen. | |
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| So then I re-stuffed the dog with several smaller dogs! It didn't seem to work so then I went on to plan B. I glued cotton balls to a naked hobo. The fat rich lady came home and didn't notice. | |
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| I got my nickle and bought a gummy bear that I ate. It was yummy. Later I discovered that the naked hobo attacked the fat rich lady and ripped right through her jugular vein! That made me jitter-bug! | |
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| (This story is so good that my parent's disowed me) | |
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