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Best Friend, Birthday, and Bitch: music starts low 12:11 a.m. 12:11 a.m. I dont like u T Series 12:12 a.m. nothing personal kid 12:12 a.m. But i must go all out 12:13 a.m. Just this once 12:13 a.m. Bobs or vagana 12:14 a.m. Whichever will it be 12:14 a.m. Sit the fuck down t series 12:14 a.m. I'm here to spill the real tea 12:15 a.m. U tryna dethrone me 12:15 a.m. For the spot of number one 12:16 a.m. But you India you lose 12:16 a.m. So best think you haven't won 12:16 a.m. When im through with u 12:17 a.m. We're gonna be completely fuckin done 12:17 a.m. u7 Cuz we've only just begun 12:18 a.m. I review you clap clap Zero bye bitch gone 12:18 a.m So come on I serles 12:19 a.m. Looking hungry for some drama 12:19 a.m. in Here lemme serve you bitch lasagna 12:20 a.m Bitch lasagna! 12:20 a.m. Bitch lasagna 12:20 a.m. T series aint nothing but a bitch lasagna 12:20 a.m. 47 Bitch lasagna Bitch lasagna 12:21 a.m. Look at t series they're just crying for their mama 12:22 a.m. ou7 Bitch lasagna Bitch lasagna 12:22 a.m. T series aint nothing but a bitch lasagna 12:23 a.m. Bitch lasagna Bitch lasagna 12:24 a.m. T series just wet themselves in their pajamas 12:24 a.m. So who the hell is bob and why u wanna kiss him? 12:25 a.m. (Ew) 12:25 a.m. I'm a blue eyes white dragon while you're just dark magician (Oof) 12:26 a.m. You got a fifth of the population in your nation but i got 9 year olds of the world so hold your defecation (Oops) 12:27 a.m. Motu patlu 12:27 a.m. What the fuck is that even supposed to mean 12:27 a.m. Your language sounds like it came from the mumble rap community 12:28 a.m. No papa No papa Yes papa Johnny! 12:28 a.m No papa no papa yes papa johnny 12:29 a.m. Now down all of this sugar 12:29 a.m. And lets throw this fuckin party 12:29 a.m. With some bitch. Lasagna Bitch lasagna 12:29 a.m Look at t series they're just crying for their mama 12:30 a.m. Bitch lasagna 12:30 a.m. Bitch lasagna 12:30 a.m. Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch... T-Series ain't nothing, but a bitch lasagna 1:40 a.m. Bitch lasagna Bitch lasagna Look at tseries they just crying for their mama 1:41 a.m Hey! Bitch lasagna Hey! Bitch lasagna 1:42 a.m. music fades 1:43 a.m. Lol 1:43 a.m. We did it 1:43 a.m. I know its a bit late but yesterday me and my best friend just sang the whole song over text to celebrate bitch lasagna's first Birthday (thanks u/ReQTeCH and HAPPY BIRTHDAY MA DUDE )
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Frick, Life, and Reddit: "Johnny Johnny?" my father muttered quietly under his breath. my voice quivering I utter the words "yes papa?" The words barely escaping my mouth without showing any signs of immense fear I had for my father. my father, my father, visible only by a silhouette in the light from my night light being the only thing outlining his massive and masculine body mass, he says "Eating sugar?" The words liner in the room as I feel my heart drop into new depths unimaginable to my innocent mind, "no p-p papa" I say as I feel my knees turn to gelatin for he had caught me red handed, linger I quiver feeling the inevitable punishment I will soon come to face. "Telling lies?" he says, his voice now booming throughout the house. "n-n-n no p-p-p-p papa" I can barely control my fear. My incessant urge to lie on the ground and close my eyes, hoping with all my heart that he will disappear and I will wake up in my bed soon to be off to school another day, "OPEN YOUR MOUTH!" he says now screaming, , I cower in fear, too shaken to move a move a muscle I can't even open my mouth to help with my hyperventilating. "NOW!" He shouts, I stand up slowly , opening my mouth as I stand in the hopes of realizing am capable of cooperating. I hear running as my mom appears in the kitchen beside to calm father, he isn't pleased and smacks her so hard that her skull cracks open. Her brain leaking from the crack. I am too frightened I begin to run. I don't stop I just keep going out the front door and down the street, a voice calls out to me with a promise of comfort, I follow, it is our neighbor. He explains my father is a dangerous man and he must be stopped. I cry into his shoulder, grateful for his help yet grief for my mother, I hear banging on the door, my neighbor instruction me to stand behind him, he breaks through the door and charges me, but my neighbor shot him dead... that was the worst night of my life, I'm Johnny and this is my story. excuse me what the frick What the frick

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