by ZombiePoodle » Wed Apr 13, 2011 1:42 am
Dear Bob,
Sooo....yes.
Yada yada, blah blah...
The cookies were delishous--O.M.G. Spelling error, mother would be ashamed.
Oh, why yes Bobby-boy, we did smack the pies into Nick's face. After I explained exactly why we were throwing them at him, though I doubt many kids really cared. Some kids even decided to throw their pies at eachother.
Oh, it brought me so much pleasure to see Nick get smacked with pies over and over and over and OVER.
So when all the pies were on either Nick or the floor, I walked up to him-the last pie in my hand-and BLAMO, right in the face!
Yes, BLAMO.
Oh...and there was this little thing of him being expelled for physical abuse, in the form of food fighting. I can tell you, the uncovingering his thruth thingy, that mad him mad but this too? He was steaming. His billion girlfriends were mad too, but some of them confessed that they had suspected it.
And please do not blame me if the FBI or CIA or someone comes after him, Little Miss President didn't seem too happy...
Whoopsies...
And I'm keeping Nick's cool expensive phone too.
Whaaaaat? I deserve it, because of his stupidness.
Cody got Nick kicked out of the house they were sharing with thier dad and Cody's mom. So now Nick is somewhere, trying to get back to some big beach house in the paparatzii infested streets of HollyWood.
Speaking of paparatzii, someone kinda called the press and told them where Nick was (he'd currently been hiding from them while his parents were on a cruise.)
If anyone asks who called them, it. Was. Emmie.
Not me--Emmie.
I mean, would I do such a thing?
Right, don't answer that, journal.
~CAR
PS. To anyone out there who might find this and read it (darn you) do not--I repeat--DO NOT try to make a book eat cookies.
Earlier, I said that it was not possible.
I was mostly right, yay me.
But my scientific hypothosis of awesomeness experiment proves that all it does is leave a big crummy mess.
An insulting crummy mess. Insulting because it looks like the darn Bob barfed it up and I can just imagine some sqeaky voice soming from him saying something like 'Ohhhh, eeeewwww. Terrible cookies!'
But they aren't terrible, they are -sniffles- they are scrumpsious.
Okay, now I think you probably caught on how I'm purposly misspelling these, but whatever, mother still must be ashamed.
Okay...bye.
~CAR
Yay...