once upon a time
there was a kid who lived in a house on his own
one day a guy broke in with a knife
you know what happens next...
...thats right, they had a pizza party!!
they ate so much pizza
the guy who broke in said the kid could have some candy in his white van
you know what happens next...
...you called it again!!!! :D they drove to the theme park and had fun on the rides XD
they were eating some cake and the guy approached the kid from behind with a knife...
...and cut the cake evenly so they both got a few slices!! :DDD
then they got back in the white van and drove somewhere...
...it was back to the kids home and he got into bed, ready to sleep
and then when he was sleeping the guy broke in through his window and kidnapped him :)
the end
there was a kid who lived in a house on his own
one day a guy broke in with a knife
you know what happens next...
...thats right, they had a pizza party!!
they ate so much pizza
the guy who broke in said the kid could have some candy in his white van
you know what happens next...
...you called it again!!!! :D they drove to the theme park and had fun on the rides XD
they were eating some cake and the guy approached the kid from behind with a knife...
...and cut the cake evenly so they both got a few slices!! :DDD
then they got back in the white van and drove somewhere...
...it was back to the kids home and he got into bed, ready to sleep
and then when he was sleeping the guy broke in through his window and kidnapped him :)
the end
Grandpa: "kids, dont eat pizza with grown men you dont know... or youll end up with a best friend for life!!!!! :D"
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