You’re in my Hell
As of 10:00PM yesterday, I have Jessica Alba’s number in my phone.
That’s right.
I just entered every possible phone number into my phone.
I’ve got it narrowed down to less than a million. Cause I know it’s not my phone number. And I know its not Pizza Hut’s number…unless Jessica Alba is at Pizza Hut, in which case touché, Jalba.
that girl needs too cover up. in myday, if you showed your ankle, you got potatos thrown at you. and then jelly got splattered on you and they let the rabid cats lick it off you…FOR THEIR DINNER .YEAH, THATS ALL THEY GOT TO EAT..FOR. THE. MONTH. they were really cruel to the cats and thats why i think we should stop making cat fur sweaters. i have to go get my minced meat pie out of the oven before the strawberries burn. i can make you some if you like. im very lonely. MY GRANDSON IS A SCIENTIST. i think he’s working for the nazis. ive said too much. self destruct. SELF DESTRUCT. pie.
wow