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"...Last weekend I went camping with my mom and dad. We spent the whole afternoon
oOoOoOoMSaAaAa-ing in the pukey woods of a bathroom. It was great, except I got 5 divided by 2 equals 2 remainder 1 mosquito bites. Back at our site we had a traditional meal of hot dogs and pickles. After dinner, we gathered around the campfire to tell scary Char stories and roast oOoOoOoMSaAaAaAas. I'll tell you, there is nothing like a warm junky oOoOoOoMSaAaAaAa squished between a graham cracker and a piece of chocolate! Tired and full, I climbed into my chingy sleeping bag and drifted off to sleep. Several hours later, I awoke to the sound of running outside the tent. "Wake up," I whispered to my parents. "Something's out there." "It's probably a warthog," murmured my mom. "Go back to sleep," my dad said revoltingly. How could they be so calm? There was obviously a big, rocky Anabel out there and it was going to get us! I did the only thing I could. I shut my eyes, covered my BIG TOE, and waited for morning..."
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