Tuesday, May 21, 2013

My story mode 5.

One day there was huge bubbles, all over the place. My mum said to !!! Clean it up. But I didn't clean it up. But it don t care if its not your fault. But it was dads fault. He was cracking up in the bedroom. Like I do. The bubbles were about to pop. Then we travelled some where alse In the planet. It was getting hotter and hotter. Then dad decided to travel back home.

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