I ripped my favorite shirt a long time ago, and so I wear it as a sleep shirt, but when I do jazz, the ripped sleeves get in the way, and the holes in the elbows were really big, it was basically a shorter sleeve wit a lot of extra cloth. So, my mom took a knife, and cut it off.
Now my pajama pants are ripped, and I'm depressed.
If only my body was ripped.
Ha, ha, lame pun attempts.
-Matsukitty
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What is my Life?
OverigSo, here it is. My life is one I'd never trade for anything. I have a loving family, and many things to be grateful for. So, read about it if you want to. Cover credit to @animalover1381 (Thanks!)
