Moonkey's Lafe

It is the same as Cananada's brithdate becawse mine mam and papa had maid it up. I had been a lost orfan. Now I am gitting excited and wandering: "wot will she send me?" MINE anti ninjoke is ginirous. I have been drooling wan I think of opening tha mailbox on fridate to see wot she has sent. Let us hope she has spent a lot.

If he thinks he ken just take up the entire path becawse he is giant and keep me fram smelling around off-leesh, then he ken git tha heck off mine path by tha river in MINE perk. MINE frands Pinky and Chula had agreed with me strongly. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rf4N13jQiQo&feature=youtu.be

I have gotten a story about him that is crazy. His Mam leaves him all date to play in tha many acres fenced dag perk four hours. Everybady freshens his water and he has fun.

This WAS grate. Beech beech beech! I ranned and ranned and ranned. Looking down fram sand doons In tha shado of fother's bum I had dranken a bit too much whine.

They are Goldies lake MINE frand whom is Laccu. We had been hanging out in tha perking lot at tha meet store wan we looked at wan another and felt lake: "We ken be frands whom lave meets. Hallo." However, this makes tha date seem grate. Later it had turned vairy vairy dark INDEED. Fother sed Button and Mam shuld come into tha kayaks. Mam sed he (that is I Bottun) hates it. Kennot you remember in Meksicko? Than fother sed won't you come into tha canoe lake proper canadians? Tha water is vairy shallo for kwite sum time until way far away into tha lake. I felt lake NO. Mam sed she wuld only wair t-shirt pajama pant and nothing else becawse we will fall. She put on a lafe vest, attached wan to MINE harness and wrapped me in wan. I sat onto her lap while fother rowed. You have guesst it. We had a tippy canoe and drowned. Mam kwickly walked me out with both of us soaking wet. Than she unclipped me so i kuld ran back home for a tarrible both and blow out. Mine lard these p...

I have gone to tha cottage. This is wairever you ken look at tha lake, go on tha dock, have wan fire pit and killt bugs around tha clock. Ken you guesst wairever I am? It is here !

Mine self weighting four mam while she buys underwairs in Harlem. Hurry mam! I'm in the bike basket!

Pleez don't not never put me in wan kissing booth NEVER. OK you ken put me in if I ken git treets. Wot a fool.

Tried this frozen yogurt four dags? Mine Lard it tastes grate! PS Kennot you not pardon MINE iced face with snaggled tooth? I had been kot off-guard.

Lived around tha korner fram the Tony awards and you ken watch live outside and see famus peeples? I have. Tis a pity you haven't not, MINE frand.

wance agin I have become famus. This time in Hamburg, Germany. Grate. https://www.facebook.com/pages/Altona-Mercado/368735279855014?fref=ts

Mine stomach feels so rested that it has become board. Thair is no jalapeno cheezies inside it, no grass, no rice, no street foods...nothing. I feel lake dipressed and thair is no fun left in mine lafe. I haven't not thrown nothing up in 100 yeers. I kennot git piazza krusts, corn husks, mushrooms...nothing. Alls I ken git to eet is grass-fed beef, wild alberta bison, organic vegetables and froots, pampkin, lettle ded lambs meet, bok choy. I am feeling vairy boring indeed and dreem all the time of fun foods, treets and wild hunting and grazing. Wot a summer.

It ken flutter in tha wind lake a flag.

Four Ninjoke She is expert about nales, eers, and skin growths And ken charm you with wan treet bag Even wan you'd lake two She will walk you to tha lane And tha lake Or to see "annie" whom is on drugs She feels lake excited to see you And gives you heet patches Then calls you names She is a bundle of ginorosity But will steel all of your peenut butter Wan you've looked away four five minutes She will complain about yourn clothes Hanging wairever Than buy you a nu Bay jacket She will lave you fourever Unless that kat comes over Than she gits mad at YOU She is your ant And you kuld say: HAPPY BRITHDATE FRAM TUBBON WITH ALL MINE HART!!! wan nother speshul pome: softly softly lake a gost i encroach upon yourn food-laden fingers kwikly lake a rat i grab tha foods and run gently lake a lamb i steel yourn heart away RAMTHA If Your Birthday Is Today Actor Mark Wahlberg (1971) shares yo...

She had putten in some new rules. They are tarrible. Fram now on, Papa isn't not allowed to eet bristles fram tha bbq brush. At our Mamorial Date BBQ he ated wan in his burger becawe Brad didn't not cleen it off. Than he went to emergency wairever they put wan camra in his nose and then plucked out a bristle. I am not allowed to eet: NOTHING. No more street foods, no more mam food, no more papa foods...nothing. She has sed: "He keeps throwing up tha blooberries, tha cheese, tha lettle treets we have given him, thairfour NO MORE." It is troo I have throwed up more but I wuld lake another chance. This kuld be the most tarrible worst summer of MINE lafe.