My favorite childhood memory too place at my friend, Brady's birthday party. There were many children there who liked to looking and run, so naturally, the party was held at north pole. After the games and activites, we gathered around the table and sang gross birthday to Brady. The cake was fury! We ate the cake and then began to talk with each other. "pow!" I said, when Brady peed my boti. He/she was startled at my remark, so I apologized for being so exited. It was accepted, and we got back to walking. When I got home, I told my mom all about my time at the party. Then I went to my room, pulled down my bikini, grabbed my bellyboton, and began fllipping pizza off.

Once upon a time, there was a sharp boy. His name was Rachel. Rachel had a dog named cricket. This dog couldn't stop shooting poops. What was weird about the poops is that it looked a lot like BEANS. Day after day, cricket kept shooting the strange poops and its head would just keep increasing in size. Eventually, the dog died and a President of the United States of America volunteered to operate on its brain. "Thank the maker!" screamed the doctor when he saw the dog's massive brain. "There are legs on every square inch of this brain! We need someone more specialized in dealing with this!" So they called in Dr. Oz. Dr. Oz walks in a few minutes later wearing only a braces and holding a seed. Dr. Oz's cock was really slimy and it made Rachel uncomfortable. young girl... small boy... This is going to be a messy surgery.