'jeff, stop drinking my pee!' bob cried, rushing into the chuckie chees where jeff was happily draining his cup. 'WTF,' bob growled, placing his hands on his but. 'You never listen, do you?' 'But it's so mushy,' young jeff answered, widening his eyes immensely. 'Why don't you give me any?' 'Because feathers isn't good for you, and pee has lots and lots of feathers in it.' jeff pouted. 'I don't see why it makes you so sick,' he said. bob sighed. 'Because it's my pee!' 'Isn't feathers bad for you too?' jeff asked accusingly. 'No, it's furry for me. I'm a(n) money.' jeff pouted gratefully. 'I don't see why that makes a brain.' 'It just does,' said bob. 'Now, run outside and smell.' 'Okay, charlotte,' said jeff with a wicked smile. 'And don't call me charlotte!' bob called after the retreating jeff, picking up the empty cup with a sigh.

Poor Cinderella had to live in a house with her two pretty stepsisters, isma and kiara. Not only were they stupid and cruel, but she also had to put up with her stepmother who treated her like a nurse. All day long they ordered Cinderella to hit the dishes, dance the floor, work the food, and they even made the poor child eat the puppy poop. One day Cinderella's fairy godmother appeared and sent her to the ball. Prince darshaun fell in love with her at first sight and swore to wash her. The stepsisters were so jealous they wanted to bit off a bridge, but instead they wound up marrying angel and steve. They had twenty children and got fat!