One day I made a story. Then I realized that my popcorns done. So I watched a long movie. It was awful and I decided to go poo and it stunk really really bad, a lot like the llamas hoof. So I proceeded to play Eminem. After I turned off the lights I noticed that a monster was in my closet. It was gross and had pink hair and purple eyes that pierced my ears with its sharp nose. I screamed in my green sock which tasted like poop on rye. I kind of thought this story of a scary one. After all I do have cheese and crackers and peanut butter. They taste really odd, like anus. I drank red cranberry juice, and it came out of my ear. I tickled and burned so good. I felt like puking up snot that hot sauce tickled me fancy! Screaming monkey boner microwaved the marshmellows until the exploded. My eyes went to look at That fluffy cream that killed my jacket. So I cried and pulled my dogs tail to the pond which was very still like a puddle on a hot summers day. Then I licked the ketchup that was on my butt then foolishly grabbed the knife to cut the cheese from the pill of the cure to not hurt other famous actresses. Then I had a brilliant idea about making a sandwich to attack the monster under my lawnmower in my leg started to fart as much as a cow can do to a chiken but the cow ran to the nearest farm next to the slaughter house on hill side by the crazy house. Then I decided to make a cake and cookies to give to my latest crush Ashton who is insane. But I like to scratch myself.