I'm a poor student born and raised in the scorching sun where my family and I (did I mention I was an orphan, with 23 brothers and sisters?) were forced to live in awful conditions and could only eat pennies and on the usualy occasion quarters for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Every year for Christmas we burned a $1 bill to eat as a crispy potato chip. For books we used the help of my imaginary friend Laurence, as our narrator who guided me on my journey of childhood. The kids in school threw pickled yams at my feet when I went into school, and forced me to run laps around our 4 square area singing, "Hungry Like the Wolf" until I fainted into our school study, 24.42 feet underground. When I came back from school, I worked at Old Sam's Light Inspection Store, where I wiped the dust off a light for 9 hours. At night, I left my house to sneak into the local Burger King, where I talked with the King about my day. After talking I fell asleep under the lamp post.
So as you can tell I lived a very difficult life, far more than those bitches on Idol (Pickler, girl who has a daddy that shot himself etc..), so could anyone buy me an ezsupporter... please? *shameless begging finished*
(BTW, just joking, so don't take the story seriously... but I still put a lot of damn effort thinking about it, so the ezsupporter would still be nice)
So as you can tell I lived a very difficult life, far more than those bitches on Idol (Pickler, girl who has a daddy that shot himself etc..), so could anyone buy me an ezsupporter... please? *shameless begging finished*
(BTW, just joking, so don't take the story seriously... but I still put a lot of damn effort thinking about it, so the ezsupporter would still be nice)
. That is all.
I don't pay for my food.
