When I was just a young girl, I hated my legs and swore that when I was old enough I would get it fixed. For 2 years I saved up my allowance and the money I earned delivering cutters before school. By the time I was 4 I was old enough, and had enough money, to make my legs smaller and more short. When it finally healed, I looked beautiful. I was asked out on more dates and no one called me Elephant legs anymore. The next things I wanted to fix were my eyes. They were way too small! I was tired of wearing a training jeans and being called Flatty Fatty, so I enlarged my eyes and got lipo suction. Today I only weigh 10 pounds, and I have the face and figure of katrina kaif. Looks shouldn't matter, but I'm glad they do!

I had a dog name Shani. She ran away from home and disappeared for a long time. I looked and looked and couldn't find her. Then all of a sudden she showed up in the back yard. Her belly was swollen and I knew she was pregnant with pups. If I had known then that the pups had been fathered by a Bear, I would have left her outside. The first pup she gave birth too was 8 feet tall with blue and burgundy stripes. The second pup was boring and looked like a cross between a badger and an bat. The third pup was almost entirely beige but had a bronze brain. The fourth pup was big and boney. In the end I sold all the pups to a freak show and gave away the dog. I still have nightmares to this day.