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jessicaccb51973 Report | 01/19/2008 8:01 am

Galaxy Princess Rosalina Report | 06/22/2007 10:19 am

I like monkeys.















The pet store was selling them for five cents a piece. I thought that







odd since they were normally a couple thousand each. I decided not to







look a gift horse in the mouth. I bought 200. I like monkeys.















I took my 200 monkeys home. I have a big car. I let one drive. His







name was Sigmund. He was retarded. In fact, none of them were really







bright. They kept punching themselves in their genitals. I laughed.







Then they punched my genitals. I stopped laughing.















I herded them into my room. They didn't adapt very well to their new







environment. They would screech, hurl themselves off of the couch at







high speeds and slam into the wall. Although humorous at first, the







spectacle lost its novelty halfway into its third hour.















Two hours later I found out why all the monkeys were so inexpensive:







they all died. No apparent reason. They all just sorta' dropped dead.







Kinda' like when you buy a goldfish and it dies five hours later. Damn







cheap monkeys.















I didn't know what to do. There were 200 dead monkeys lying all over my







room, on the bed, in the dresser, hanging from my bookcase. It looked







like I had 200 throw rugs.















I tried to flush one down the toilet. It didn't work. It got stuck.







Then I had one dead, wet monkey and 199 dead, dry monkeys.















I tried pretending that they were just stuffed animals. That worked for







a while, that is until they began to decompose. It started to smell real







bad.















I had to pee but there was a dead monkey in the toilet and I didn't want







to call the plumber. I was embarrassed.















I tried to slow down the decomposition by freezing them. Unfortunately







there was only enough room for two monkeys at a time so I had to change







them every 30 seconds. I also had to eat all the food in the freezer so







it didn't all go bad.















I tried burning them. Little did I know my bed was flammable. I had to







extinguish the fire.















Then I had one dead, wet monkey in my toilet, two dead, frozen monkeys in







my freezer, and 197 dead, charred monkeys in a pile on my bed. The odor







wasn't improving.















I became agitated at my inability to dispose of my monkeys and to use the







bathroom. I severely beat one of my monkeys. I felt better.















I tried throwing them way but the garbage man said that the city wasn't







allowed to dispose of charred primates. I told him that I had a wet







one. He couldn't take that one either. I didn't bother asking about the







frozen ones.















I finally arrived at a solution. I gave them out as Christmas gifts. My







friends didn't know quite what to say. They pretended that they like







them but I could tell they were lying. Ingrates. So I punched them in







the genitals.















I like monkeys

Abictally Report | 04/20/2007 8:23 pm

Good for you! You finnally put some clothes on girl!

Abictally Report | 04/01/2007 1:18 pm

Soooorries. I don't think I wa son at the same time as you, me and Gary will make it up to you with a fawsome game of t or d next time or something.

Guardian Of Spira Report | 03/25/2007 1:19 pm

sabrina...ur sich a slut...and u can leave comments on your own profile here on gaia...LOL wink

Abictally Report | 03/24/2007 5:12 pm

Omg, you leave awesome complements X). Kay, going to add on myspace.

Abictally Report | 03/23/2007 3:26 pm

lol! Exebitionest much? Well, I hope that your doll doesn't get cold.
Bye bye!