I've heard you are interested in learning about the events in which occurred during the hours my birthday party took place. I will be glad to explain them to you.
Well, we got some t-shirts at the store and the guests, as they arrived, selected their sizes, chose a seat, and drew, put on a bit of rubbing alcohol, drew, rubbed, drew, rubbed, drew, rubbed...ends up, looks REALLY cool. The alcohol makes the marker bleed out, but not so much you lose what you have and its shape and all that stuff. So, what do you end up getting? An awesome shirt. But I'm not wearing it today as I am typing up this post cause Mom said to-it's too cold.
Coyote, the one in the pink shirt with the bag, and is pounding her pizza to a pulp, is destroying her pizza, while CK, the one in the long-sleeved purple shirt, is making her pizza without killing it.
Come one, come all, come to eat some DONUTS ON A STRING!!! Mouths only, folks, that's our number one rule. And let the doughnut eating contests begin!!!
Almost everyone had to drop out as their doughnuts fell heavily to the muddy earth. They wailed in despair as their doughnuts were gone. They scrambled to retrieve their doughnuts before they had too much grass and germs on them to be any good. I, regretfully, was one of them.
Trinity (the closest one) and Mikayla (The farthest one) were the only ones still in-who would win? Oh! It's a tie! Both fell at once! Yet there was still plenty bites taken out of the doughnuts and there was another box to eat with our hands.

Well, this is all of my party guests. And don't tell me its a lot-I didn't want to leave anyone out!!!
Carrot cake is too real cake!!!
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ReplyDeleteI love your humor and writing, Cailin! Happy (Belated) Birthday!
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