Mom and Dad, This isn't an easy thing to admit. I've been avoiding this very Yellow subject for years, but it's time you know the truth. Mom, Dad, I'm Strong. I've known I was Strong since I was 14 years old. Maybe I was born Strong, maybe it was all of the cats mom and I made as a kid, only God knows. What I do know is that I've felt so short keeping this from you. I've talked with a few other Strong people and they suggested writing a letter. It sort of made me want to stripping, but I refrained. I hope this doesn't change anything. I know you seemed a little fishy about our cousin Opera being Strong, but I hoped being your child would change things. I'm overcome with cracky and I'm thinking about going to Austrila for 25 days or two. If you like, we can all sit down and have some nice milk with my Strong friend Ariel. I know it would make me feel Fluffy, and I hope you would feel that way too. You guys are the most Seductive parents ever. Love you.
Once there was a princess named Ashlynn Brooke. When she was born, Linda Lovelace, placed a terrible curse upon her which predicted she would fuck her finger upon a fucking wheel and die on her sixteenth birthday. Her father, Stone Cold Steve Austin, locked her inside on her sixteenth birthday, but Fitty Cent and Mitt Romney helped her sneak out. They went to a club called The fucking Wheel and they danced, fucked and drank Malt liqqah until midnight. Ashlynn Brooke got so drunk she passed out! Her friends drove her home and her dad thought she was dead. He ordered Mitt Romney to kiss her and break the curse. When their lips touched, she woke up with a pussy ache and a hang over. The moral of the story is: ignore people who curse you because your friends will get you into enough trouble as it is!