Dear Rat-face,
The computer. It is smelly. Like me. I smell like an elephant. An elephant
turd. L. Ha-ha! An elephant turtle! Time out. Okey, time is over. Time in.
Over and out. Okay. Start a new paragraph. HMMMMMMM. E-e-ehhhhh!
Okay! Here's my new paragraph. Today I barbie-qed. It burned up my house.
Big time. Very big time. Crunch crunch. My neck. My neck hurt. Like a potato
chip. Then God said, "Let my people go!" Double-go. Double-double-go.
@#$&*@%$&*!!%^!
I . . . am going to start a new paragraph. Know what Megan did in her yearbook?
She deedered. She deedered in it. Ennis Cosby is ALIVE! She deedered in it
very much. She deedered so much a elephant she was. She deedered tomorrow.
Today I won the class spelling bee. I was against a gill named stacie. They
asked me to spell 'business.' She spelled it B-U-S-I-N-E-S-S, but I spelled
it B-X-E-C-P-E-X-W-Z-X-D-F-P-V. Well, I . . . I . . . I um . . . . I have
to say this to you: Adie-yack! I guess my intestine exploded. I must go eat
my juice.
Remember: The Napata Pass was eaten by green kangaroos with dripping fangs
and spiky mohawks. Beauty is not beautiful; she is feo.
Your trustee dumbe friend,
BULL