The garbage men took Martha away today. It was her time. She was getting too wrinkly and spots of mould were collecting all over her body. Her sad face seemed to cry out to me, but that didn't stop me from chucking her into the burnable garbage. Goodbye, Martha. Have a nice burning.
4 comments:
lol-I hope that's not a real person you named it after! Fire! Fire! Uh-huh huh-huh, it's cool...
Chad?!
Yup, it's me. You know, it's funny what you find when you attempt to randomly enter in the names of people you know on Google. Anyway, I hope you're doing well. It looks like you're having fun over there. Great job with the blog. I feel kinda sorry for the pumpkin, though.
keenmachine93@yahoo.com
I've been looking for you! I tried your name in Google but too many random hits came up. I thought your comments were by someone else until I talked to her and she claimed to have never posted a comment. Then I thought about the Beavis-like remark and who else could it be!
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