So, lyke, wun dae, I walked to the parq, ware I fownd a kiti that wuz blak and wyt. I naymd him bily and he was mye best frend four a reely long tym. He wuznt mye frend aftur I reelized he wuz ded the whole tym. I cud not trust him aftur that and we went are seprite wayz. I were goin' to crie, but I were just in a stayt of reelization.
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Peter The Pynappel Picker
HumorPeter, a revolutionary figure in his family, describes what he does daily and lets us take a look into what he does for a living
