ima make story >:)
bill nye had always loved quiet billy with its defiant, dripping ditches. It was a place where he felt anxious. He was a generous, sinister, whiskey drinker with brown fingers and moist toes. His friends saw him as a jittery, jolly juggler. Once, he had even jumped into a river and saved a bewildered baby bird. That's the sort of man he was. bill walked over to the window and reflected on his cosy surroundings. The moon shone like loving blue bottles. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of nye bill bill. nye bill was a modest writer with squat fingers and blonde toes. bill gulped. He was not prepared for nye bill. As bill stepped outside and nye bill came closer, he could see the courageous glint in her eye. nye bill gazed with the affection of 4268 controlling friendly flamingos. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want ." bill looked back, even more irritable and still fingering the ripped book. "nye bill, i hate u," he replied. They looked at each other with barmy feelings, like two friendly, fluttering flamingos rampaging at a very generous dinner party, which had piano music playing in the background and two sympathetic uncles sitting to the beat. bill regarded nye bill's squat fingers and blonde toes. "I feel the same way!" revealed bill with a delighted grin. nye bill looked unstable, her emotions blushing like a motionless, mushy map. Then nye bill came inside for a nice glass of whiskey. THE END
not u again.
anything bad to say i get vocaloid
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oh god who let the five year old back on his moms ipad.
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