Hi Daddy, you heard whats for dinner? Well its shake n bake and I didnt help. Mommy mad at me and made me go to my room. I had ear on door listening to her shake and it teared me up bad. Now I know I shouldnt call her this but it peaved me off real bad like, and I called her a bitch. Not to her face of course,but to my hand held mirror. I feel terrible but whatever. I think my sentence was a little harsh and she should have taken away desert or something other than shaking. I live for it Paw, all those secret spices being rubbed on some chicken hind quarters in a bag makes my chubby thighs chuckle a bakers groove. Why take away my shake? I mean I'm a little one and im still trying to figure out how to handle stress. The stress developed when Rebecca Mosely came over and had a new doll. I have a homemade doll made from grannies old hose and your old pillow parts. Eyes are buttons and the mouth is knotted hose. Its naked and dank smelling from when it went puddle swimming when it fell out of the bike basket. I love my dolly shes all I got, but she and I both know she's an awful sight and cannot buddy up with Becca's new gabbage patch. Hers was grown in a patch and is beautiful and came with an adoption card. Mine smells like granny toes and when hugged your dandruff bellows out. Becca calls it a garbage dank kid. So theres my issue daddy. I threw a tantrum for a new dolly, Im sorry. But to take away my shake is cruel and unusual punishment.
I want everyone to know that when you are enjoying your shake n bake chicken tonight, that I will be enjoying cussing n bitching in my mirror. This house hold needs to know Im going to need lots of time getting over this shit. Sorry for saying shit. Can you atleast fetch me out the shake bag from the trash and bring it to me. I can put my dolly in there to shake the dank stank away.
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Ran out of romance. :(
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