>be me >hot summer day >poor family >have to babysit because my mom -blam!-ing said so >stupid bitch >go to this kids house >parents are bastards, pertain my French >English pricks with too many twigs up their ass >their baby is wierd >9 months, 23 pounds, sits on his fatass all day >really boring >he gets hungry so I breatstfeed him and serve cookies >put on Madagascar >dontcareanymore.jpeg >sit on couch, play Flappy Bird while listening to Adele and crying >right as Melman says "rectile thermometer" I look up >baby is walking across the yard >an Indian elephant parade is going on >shitsnacks >I go to the door but the baby locked it from the outside >clever girl >the only choice left is the doggy door >I try to squirm through but I'm too much of a fatass >I hear the sound of denim splitting >ripped jeans, skin was showin >hot night, wind was blowin >Where you think you're going baby? EDIT: Not real.