The plate which contain hot fish fry was infront of me. I blew a typhoon to that poor fish fry. My typhoon fought against the hot and won the war by cooling the fry. I took a piece of it and tasted it. It was yummy!
When I put the piece of fish fry on my mouth, the fish swam in the river of saliva and jumped to my throat and dived to the stomach. Them signalled - a belch!☺︎︎
... I'm Something, aren't I?
YOU ARE READING
I'm Something, aren't I?
HumorHey, I'm Qbo here. I'm gonna tell you my stories because I'm Something, REALLY BIG SOMETHING!
