Originally posted by JKozzy
Ok, here I go. My pet donkey ran away from me, and on my quest to find it, I was killed by a talking tiger, who claimed he was Tom Cruise. Then some gay black man with funky glasses brought me back to life and tried to rape me, but I escaped. However, when I got out of the woods, I found I was in Australia. I lived inside a Kangaroo's pouch for a few weeks, until somebody shot the Kangaroo I was in, and nearly killed me. They took me back to their house, where I was given food and clothes, and was able to call my family and tell them that our donkey was most likely gone, and that the tiger killed me, and the whole shebang. Finally, they hung up on me, which was really heartbreaking for me. Then I sailed to the United States, fought through Immigration with a stick, and currently live in Massachusetts.
HAPPY??? THAT'S WHY MY LIFE SUCKS!
poor u. hugs.