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- Story Listed as: True Life For Teens
- Theme: Drama / Human Interest
- Subject: Adventure
- Published: 11/11/2012
The tragic fjortis
There was once a very tragic fjortis. She painted herself with 70 kg foundation, 44 layers of blush and 20 sweeps with thick eyeliner and mascara every day. She thought she looked really nice, so she took pictures in the morning when she was going to school. She had overslept because she needed her beauty sleep because her hair rollers would feel good. She forgot to apply her lip gloss and pink lipstick, so she went and occupied the toilet for 6 hours. Her brother pooped on himself because she took such a long time, so she had to go to hospital to be quarantined. She did not want to have bacteria on his fine face today, so she got 89 different medications.
Suddenly called her math teacher and complained that she had not come to the school and explained what latitudes was. But then the fjortis became a bit annoyed and yelled that she would sue the school for 8 billion. The teacher was alarmed and died in the handset of her cries. The fjortis would absolutely not be able to be accused of the teacher's death, so she escaped from the hospital by breaking her legs when she jumped down the 35 floors.
She could not run anymore, so she laid down on the cold, hard ground and began crying like a real bimbo. Her so called boyfriend got there and spat in her face while he called her a slut and kicked her down the steep hill that was next to her. The fjortis screamed and hit her head nine times, and she was really dizzy and thought she needed a lot of Alvedon for this. She picked up a wine glass from the bag that popped up out of her gigantic breasts and also a package of Alvedon. She swallowed the package completely and continued her long road down the hill sliding on her butt.
She remembered that she had sore legs and took out a little liquor to calm the nerves. "Oh, that was really nice! A sip of alcohol solves everything!" she thought, and looked at the clock on her brand new iPhone 666. Suddenly it occurred to her that it would crack if it rolled like this, so she stuffed it between her breasts again. She did not think it was fun to roll down a hill, she became muddy and got grass stains on her ass!
The next day she went back to her house wobbling on unsteady legs, mostly because of broken bones. She would rather go home and make-up again and go out to a party again! Her heel boot lace had gone up and she could not bend down properly, so she broke a stick from a tree and put it in the foot. The fjortis knew of course not just tied a shoelace, so she thought everything was solved if we stopped into a spruce twig in the foot. The twig went through the foot, however, and the fjortis started dancing headlong while she moaned loudly. Now she wanted to really go on holiday to Ibiza, so she fumbled the phone between her breasts and called for a taxi. She told the taxi lady to pick her up in the middle of the bog, for she did not know where she was. She had never seen a map before.
Eventually the taxi got to the bog, but the taxi lady found the rotting left-overs of the fjortis. Her hair was still there, as plastic and shiny blonde as it always had been.
It had taken the taxi 5 months to get there.
The tragic fjortis(bitshi nitshi)
The tragic fjortis
There was once a very tragic fjortis. She painted herself with 70 kg foundation, 44 layers of blush and 20 sweeps with thick eyeliner and mascara every day. She thought she looked really nice, so she took pictures in the morning when she was going to school. She had overslept because she needed her beauty sleep because her hair rollers would feel good. She forgot to apply her lip gloss and pink lipstick, so she went and occupied the toilet for 6 hours. Her brother pooped on himself because she took such a long time, so she had to go to hospital to be quarantined. She did not want to have bacteria on his fine face today, so she got 89 different medications.
Suddenly called her math teacher and complained that she had not come to the school and explained what latitudes was. But then the fjortis became a bit annoyed and yelled that she would sue the school for 8 billion. The teacher was alarmed and died in the handset of her cries. The fjortis would absolutely not be able to be accused of the teacher's death, so she escaped from the hospital by breaking her legs when she jumped down the 35 floors.
She could not run anymore, so she laid down on the cold, hard ground and began crying like a real bimbo. Her so called boyfriend got there and spat in her face while he called her a slut and kicked her down the steep hill that was next to her. The fjortis screamed and hit her head nine times, and she was really dizzy and thought she needed a lot of Alvedon for this. She picked up a wine glass from the bag that popped up out of her gigantic breasts and also a package of Alvedon. She swallowed the package completely and continued her long road down the hill sliding on her butt.
She remembered that she had sore legs and took out a little liquor to calm the nerves. "Oh, that was really nice! A sip of alcohol solves everything!" she thought, and looked at the clock on her brand new iPhone 666. Suddenly it occurred to her that it would crack if it rolled like this, so she stuffed it between her breasts again. She did not think it was fun to roll down a hill, she became muddy and got grass stains on her ass!
The next day she went back to her house wobbling on unsteady legs, mostly because of broken bones. She would rather go home and make-up again and go out to a party again! Her heel boot lace had gone up and she could not bend down properly, so she broke a stick from a tree and put it in the foot. The fjortis knew of course not just tied a shoelace, so she thought everything was solved if we stopped into a spruce twig in the foot. The twig went through the foot, however, and the fjortis started dancing headlong while she moaned loudly. Now she wanted to really go on holiday to Ibiza, so she fumbled the phone between her breasts and called for a taxi. She told the taxi lady to pick her up in the middle of the bog, for she did not know where she was. She had never seen a map before.
Eventually the taxi got to the bog, but the taxi lady found the rotting left-overs of the fjortis. Her hair was still there, as plastic and shiny blonde as it always had been.
It had taken the taxi 5 months to get there.
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