Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Yo mama
One day, a mom was walking. Everybody hated her. Whenever her daughter was born, everybody hated her more. Whenever people see her, everybody said"YO MAMA!" She couldn't stand the pain one day. She had no friends. Even the teachers called her"YO MAMA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She decided to die, but got kidnapped. She woke up in a dark mansion. She saw another boy. The boy couldn't see her well so he never said anything. There was a red door in front of them. The boy went in. One word sent the daughter crying and storm in a door for the last time,"YO MAMA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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