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Save The Wolves. Floofy-butt commands it. Politely but forcefully.Just do it if you even couldn't give Fletcher the harshest rebuttal he's ever hrd for being such a dumbass.
Again,
Save
The WolvesSpread the word of the Lace or, like, something will happen. OR ELSE YOU'LL WET YOUR PANTS IN THE NEXT 5 SECONDS. IF YOU'RE NOT WEARING PANTS, YOU'LL TURD ON YOUR CHAIR.
I swear, really.
<3, harr.
Cayle's in college? Wow. o_o; I didn't know...
If I ever do grow up to be something more than just Fletcher, I'll credit him even though he doesn't know a damn thing about this.
Sept 1 or 2 or whatever. Today.
...
I have a headache, smell like a turd thrown in a bonfire with some tent and toe jam funk.
And Marty came in to look at my shit and talk even though I'm blasting my shit up. Time for Eminem xD
We were planning to stay today and go to the Geauga County Fair, but, Ernesto came.
We were going to Punderson, that little park over there.
...Ugh.
If only I could dream and when I woke up, I would be with her...