Dear Selena Gomez, I just wanted you to know that I absolutely hatrid you and your horr sleeping. Your actions are like that of a slutte dog drunk on tramp and showing everyone your skin is just ridiculous! dumb! Honestly, I just wish you would retire so no one will have to suffer your absurd lack of morality and standards any longer! If I was justin bieber, I would stop going to your parties and answering your phone calls. I don't care if you sleeps off a bar. I will still never like you. There are at least 145 reasons why I feel you are a despicable person. Please, put on your hooker clothes and clean yourself up. People are watching. Thankfully Not Yours, Emzey
'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.