My son finished raking leaves into a big

My son finished raking leaves into a big pile & then abandoned it, explaining the bogey man under there swallowed his football. I smiled inside but the next day my car was missing

all it's hubcaps. This bogey man was fast getting on my nerves. I I got the leave blower out and started on the leave pile. All the missing itewas under it. Chewed and slimy. He is

about to see that not everyone

would buy the idea of sliced bread. They thought it would dry out. I was then inspired to show them the Peanut Butter. They told me it was too sticky. When I brought the jelly,

they all stuck their hands in the jar one by one, and paced around the room shouting "sticky-hand, sticky-hand" bodies shaking. These kids had never seen a PB&J sandwich before,

because they were rich kids. The richest kids I'd ever seen. They never wore the same pair of shoes twice. They blew their nose with money and had never met their real parents

. They danced a lot, in dancing shoes. Huge shoes, custom built, rich style. Their dancing had no feeling. They autotuned their poetry, slick like their perfect hair.

The idiots had had their custom shoes custom built too big to fill. Their silly feet waded around in them like clown shoes. What's worse, their britches were FAR too small. These

packs of mustard on little kids. The kids grew tired of returning home with yellow stains and ganged up on the men. In the end the kids prevailed and returned home stain free!