Dear Wad-of-Gum I found under my preschool
book,
My nursery. It smells. Like a bunch of flowers. I smell too like a bunch
of dead rabbits roadkilled in gravy. My foot. It is named Foiaehivieosale.
It is sintific. It is very blah. It has a stuck toenail with cancer under
it. Feels good. Real good. Real good very a lot. My bum she is a B.E.A.V.I.S.
She eats porcupine and beans for breakfast lunch and dinner. For dessert
she has lard from pig brains. Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-UMMMMMMMMMMMM! My foot! It's
stuck. In my esophagus! I can't breath. UH-UH-UH-UH-UMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!
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That's better. My mommy she sucked a leech. It clamped her lips. It clamped
her lips very much much much much much. My teeth teeth teeth teeth teeth
smell like a wasp breath. I have a stinger collection that my surgeon removed
from inside my stomach. Sautee`d bees are my favorite meal you see. They
taste good. Taste they do not.
I will write you again yesterday. Today I am not never in a good mood. My
skin is falling off. Someday I will be a skeleton. So will you. I will personally
scalp and skin you. Fun!!!! I am now happy.
Love the Rosie O'Donnell of your life,
BULL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!