Cry

By Imagine • January 16, 2009 18:09 UTC

"Cry, betsh." No, I cry. Deep inside. "Cry, betsh, or I'll pwn you in mario cart." NO! I sob silently. He chews on my candy while he deliberates. "Mario wins," the playstation intones. I die a little more inside. Subservient. Thats what I am. Mario dominates. I wipe my tears and move to serve him pizza.

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January 18, 2009 19:36Gawjous Idiot

This peice of poetic writing is perhaps one of the most histarical peices of literature I have read in quite sometime, Good Show!