I lay in my bumpy ass bed . Crying myself to sleep. Even though I had just woke up from my usual 7 hour nap . It was round 8pm. Pm stands for piss marks bee tee Dubs . I sat contemplating my whole life. Which wasn't much to contemplate. It took me about 39 seconds. All of a sudden my crusty foster mom walks into the door , then opens it. Tells me I have to pack all of my things. "U dun make cheese nice tbh so I'm selling you to the backstreet boys" she told me ,her high eyes r always high."THE BACKSTREET BOYS!!!" I scream at her. "Ye who r day " she falls over whilst asking me , and the floor. "Well if u get off ur high and fat ass then u would know" I shouted because I love the backstreet boys. With a hot steamy moto moto passion. "JuSt PaCk AnD GeT OuT ThAt DoOr Or I WiLl PhOnE ThE Po-Po!!!!" My high ass mother shouts. "Let's blow this popsicle stand " I say to my cute fat dog , and we both blow the popsticle stand when we walk out. As I walk out my shabby room AJ looks me dead in the eye and says "let's get this show in the road bitch!!!!!".
He sounded like a stick figurine but it was Gucci , my hair smelt of Cheetos n so did my toes , I was ready with my cute fat dog to dance . Dance our feet's off
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FanfictionWhen ur high mother sells u n your cute fat dog to the backstreet boys , r u ready ? Lmao probs not
