Farm Life in New Holland

I had no idea there was so much butt touching in baseball. I’m out of control. Not if you’re a fish. Your body. I texted back a smiley face. She texted back some letters I don’t understand. Now my rash smells like bacon. But it doesn’t itch anymore. Dad, you’re the best pimp a girl could ever have. Follow me fellas…Lets go somewhere where the sixteen of us can be alone.

She grabbed Jimmy Jr’s butt and changed the world. If we see any mermaids, I’m gonna ask them where their merginas are. Jimmy Jr. had a chance to ride the Tina truck, but now it’s headed straight for Joshville. Toot-toot. Dear Diary: Tonight I’m sneaking off to the abandoned taffy factory to look for treasure. Also, if boys had uteruses, they’d be called duderuses. Dear God, this is Tina from school. She grabbed Jimmy Jr’s butt and changed the world. Everyone began to touch each other’s butts. This is where I thrash.

It’s not meant to be hilarious. It’s supposed to be erotic. I didn’t know our county was bi. Good for us. Jimmy Jr. had a chance to ride the Tina truck, but now it’s headed straight for Joshville. Toot-toot. The second time hurt the most. Jimmy Jr. had a chance to ride the Tina truck, but now it’s headed straight for Joshville. Toot-toot. Your body. Dad, you’re the best pimp a girl could ever have. If we see any mermaids, I’m gonna ask them where their merginas are.

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