I Think I'ma Quit This Series Friends...

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Ok kids y'all know the wrap. Bois, the series is getting boring. My mans, It's just... Not exciting. When I began this series I would like stay up all night writing chapter after chapter. I just began to dread making chapters though. Halfway through I would always stop, or I would erase my previous work because I didn't think it was good. So yus, ya boi might quit the series unless someone legit cares about this book. Then I might be like, K I'ma finish whatevs. But yeah, that's basically it. You can go on with your day now.

Here's a poem if your bored:

Chicken Tendies: By Pepe

Gimme gimme chicken tendies,
Be they crispy or from Wendys.
Spend my hard-earned good-boy points,
on Kid's Meal ball pit burger joints.
Mummy lifts me to the car,
To find me tendies near and far.
Enjoy my tasty tendie treats,
in comfy big boy booster seats.
McDonald's, Hardee's, Popeye's, Cane's,
But of my tendies none remains.

She tries to make me take a nappy,
But sleeping doesn't make me happy.
Tendies are the only food,
That puts me in the napping mood.
I'll scream and shout and make a fuss,
I'll scratch, I'll bite, I'll even cuss!
Tendies are my heart's desire,
Fueled by raging, hungry fire.
Mummy sobs and wails and cries,
But tears aren't tendies, nugs or fries.

My good-boy points were fairly earned,
To buy the tendies that I've yearned.
But there's no tendies on my plate!
Did mummy think that I'd just ate?
"TENDIES TENDIES GET THEM NOW,
YOU FAT, UNGRATEFUL, SLUGGISH COW!"
I screech while hurling into her eyes,
My foul-smell bowel-dwelling diaper surprise.
For she who is un-pooped on is she who remembers:
Never forget my chicken tenders.

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