Baby Devil
Hello, my name is SATAN'S SPAWN. I wish it were CHILD OF THE ANGELS. but it's SATAN'S SPAWN for sure. I am such an evil child, why do I laugh at sad things, or why do I get in humongous amount of trouble? Why you ask, well I already told you 2 times! The reason is because I'm the SPAWN OF SATAN. Well let's see, I opened up about 15 boxes of "Feminine Products," the reason being because they stopped making the kind I use, damn those Kotex people! I'd like to pull a WWII on them and they could call it WWIII. (I hate certain changes like that). So my mom told me to find a new kind and it's hard to see from the outside of the boxes, because I certainly don't have X-ray vision (but if I did, I would so be looking through the boys locker room right at this very moment)so I opened up the boxes and compared them to one another and picked a new favorite, as my mom observed me opening up each box, her comment was, "Ariele just find one damn kind, or else I'll pick one out for you!" Well I found one type, unfortunately I will never use that kind, ever! So I'm on a hunt for my favorite type. The stores are so pulling a Kola-Yummy on me. They can't just stop selling a product that they've sold for years! They are screwing up my child hood, and when I grow up (That is if my parents don't try to kill me before age 16)I will be a messed up child who will need to see a shrink and waste one years lousy pay check on trying to make myself feel better about my crazy child hood. Blame the manufacturers! Well I'm on the phone with one of my Best Friends and we are discussing the physicals we have had or will get in the near future very near future indeed. ( I hate getting check ups)!
With some very awkward love,
Rel
With some very awkward love,
Rel