Its sunday morning 5 pm..i mean am...damn it....charly mc picknose was just getting out of bed
charly: *gets up,rubs eyes n opens eyes*...aaaaaah!!...what the hell lary....whatcha doing in mah room!!?!???!??!
(lary bonerhead was charlys best friend)
lary:actualy this is my room,you fell unconcious at the middle of the party
charly:what party,i dun, waliopelekwa remember anything
rock:the best party ever!!!!how do wewe not remember it
(rock....idk his last name,no one knows...is a party crasher,he will sneek into any party)
lary:what the hell!!!how did i not notice wewe rock
rock: oh i was sleeping in your bushes outside your house
jarry:rock....you idiot
(jarry lick a lot is...well...everyones friend,everyone knows him n everyone respects him....)
rock:no wewe are the idiot,idiot
(....exept rock)
jarry:how am i the idiot,i didnt sleep in the bushes....i slept in your dog house.....
End of part 1
charly: *gets up,rubs eyes n opens eyes*...aaaaaah!!...what the hell lary....whatcha doing in mah room!!?!???!??!
(lary bonerhead was charlys best friend)
lary:actualy this is my room,you fell unconcious at the middle of the party
charly:what party,i dun, waliopelekwa remember anything
rock:the best party ever!!!!how do wewe not remember it
(rock....idk his last name,no one knows...is a party crasher,he will sneek into any party)
lary:what the hell!!!how did i not notice wewe rock
rock: oh i was sleeping in your bushes outside your house
jarry:rock....you idiot
(jarry lick a lot is...well...everyones friend,everyone knows him n everyone respects him....)
rock:no wewe are the idiot,idiot
(....exept rock)
jarry:how am i the idiot,i didnt sleep in the bushes....i slept in your dog house.....
End of part 1
This blonde cop stops a blonde driver and asks for identification.
The blonde driver looks all around in her mfuko wa fedha, mfuko and can’t find her license. “I must have left it at home, officer.”
“Well, do wewe have any kind of identification on you?” asks the cop.
The blonde takes out a pocket mirror and says, “I do have this picture of me.”
“Let me see it,” says the cop. She holds up the mirror and looks in it. Then she says, “Sorry. If I had known wewe were a police officer, I wouldn’t have stopped you.”
The blonde driver looks all around in her mfuko wa fedha, mfuko and can’t find her license. “I must have left it at home, officer.”
“Well, do wewe have any kind of identification on you?” asks the cop.
The blonde takes out a pocket mirror and says, “I do have this picture of me.”
“Let me see it,” says the cop. She holds up the mirror and looks in it. Then she says, “Sorry. If I had known wewe were a police officer, I wouldn’t have stopped you.”
