I heard a panoply of rattling and hissing

I heard a panoply of rattling and hissing coming from my boots. Woody suggested that a snake was the culprit, so when I flipped over my insulated pacs I was surprised to find

ship, I had to hurry and catch it before the puke floated into the sleeping quarters; since the pig was full from eating T-Rex's puke.

The flowing tide of vomit began to reach my knees and I felt as though I might do the technicolor yawn myself. I felt the acid in my throat and the rising contents of my stomach as

I spewed last night's lasagna all over Justin Bieber. He just happened to be standing in the same Starbucks line for a venti Cinnamon Dolce Latte. I finally meet my dream guy and I

finally got his hair to look, like cool, you know? And it turned out to be great hairgel too, 'cuz whatever Justin did, his hair stayed the way I barfed it. I immediately posted th

... th ... the pictures to Faceoook. The only person who liked them was my mom. How embarrassing. So, I

flicked my long dark bangs to the other side of my head, stuck my earbuds in, cranked up the "Pinkie Pie Smile Smile Smile" song, applied eyeliner & counted my Mom's "likes".

I was a dark horse and I knew it. Maybe the other kids preferred playing with the Pinkie Pie types, but I didn't care. My rebellious spirit garnered me a new identity: Gothie Pie.

I knew that the only way I could take Pinkie Pie down was to establish a shadow government. The poor children would never see me coming. I am Gothie Pie. FEAR. ME. LITTLE CHILDREN.