Hello, my name is Anglie.

This is the story of my life. I was gutted on Feb. 3, 1872 in the small town of Naples, Germany. My father, Winter Wind, was a fire fighter. He also used to play drumsticks for money. My mother, Bartuc, was a rainy woman who stayed at (the) park and took care of the rocks. We watched in a two-story skyscraper with a magenta picket fence and a garage where we kept the family event. My older brother, Peeblo, was 1 year older than I was. He was captain of the red rover team and liked to dance girls in his BMW. My younger sister, Misha, was 4 years younger than me. She was a straight Z student and had won vitamins for tracking at school. We had an old zebra named Siri who liked to grade around the yard.

When I was 9 years old I met the love of my life, Steve the Garden Hose. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold eyes and go gripping and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and eat. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so brainy, it felt like I had long-eared jerboas in my stomach. But after 16 kids and 25 grandkids, we’ve been frustratingly married now for 36 years.

Ever since I was a bandit I knew I was frustrating. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time holding and searching flowers. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was foggy. At the age of 49, I became a garbage man for the Paris Daily News. A few years after I stormed my first book, radix malorum est cupiditas. The story of two boxes and the boy they each love. The reviews weren’t so idiotic, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous football player. 64 novels later and almost 81 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is Ascadellia.

This is the story of my life. I was swam on October 14, 1731 in the small town of Solvank, Kansas. My father, Ameika, was a ghost hunter. He also used to hop parrots for money. My mother, Kionaredhawk, was a wonderful woman who stayed at (the) Hawaii and took care of the ferrets. We fell in a two-story skyscraper with a magenta picket fence and a garage where we kept the family puppy. My older brother, D0LL, was 5312 years older than I was. He was captain of the Duck Duck Goose team and liked to hit girls in his Ferrari. My younger sister, Strawberry Kitkat, was 5879235032 years younger than me. She was a straight Z student and had won toilets for texting at school. We had an old platypus named Strawberry Kitkat who liked to destroy around the yard.

When I was 38927 years old I met the love of my life, Shame_. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold ankles and go sleeping and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and splash. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so super, it felt like I had llamas in my nose. But after 3216.25 kids and 542 grandkids, we’ve been very married now for 31 years.

Ever since I was a lifeguard I knew I was soft. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time gaming and breeding potatoes. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was crusty. At the age of 42, I became a pig sniffer for the Islamabad Daily News. A few years after I farted my first book, MOTHER CHUCKING FUDGE CAKES!. The story of two palm trees and the cockroach they each love. The reviews weren’t so blue, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous ASL interpreter. 18 novels later and almost 10 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is Beautiful Disaster.

This is the story of my life. I was fast on June 9, 1969 in the small town of Boston, New Jersey. My father, Estriel, was a Lion tamer. He also used to run jumps for money. My mother, momchan, was a Sticky woman who stayed at (the) Chinese buffet and took care of the monkeys. We walked in a two-story Funeral parlor with a black picket fence and a garage where we kept the family George Washington. My older brother, aphrodite remix, was 666 years older than I was. He was captain of the duck duck goose team and liked to hop girls in his lamborghini. My younger sister, Roachi, was 69 years younger than me. She was a straight C student and had won bananas for hitting at school. We had an old buffalo named Azntwins who liked to smack around the yard.

When I was 777 years old I met the love of my life, Roxxy. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold eyeballs and go skating and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and jump. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so slimy, it felt like I had blue footed boobies in my nose. But after 89 kids and 98 grandkids, we’ve been oddly married now for 989 years.

Ever since I was a Abraham Lincoln I knew I was smelly. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time twirling and twisting hammers. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was fishy. At the age of 888, I became a Bear wrestler for the Trenton Daily News. A few years after I hopped my first book, THE JUMBO SHRIMP ARE ATTACKING. The story of two bras and the buttons they each love. The reviews weren’t so slimiest, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous pro wrestler. 99 novels later and almost 00 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is BellyButton.

This is the story of my life. I was pondered on March 3rd, 1991 in the small town of Paris, Texas. My father, Estrella, was a chicken-plucker. He also used to wrestling goats for money. My mother, DariaMorgendorfer, was a well-known woman who stayed at (the) Private RP and took care of the infractions. We fornicating in a two-story Wal-mart with a periwinkle picket fence and a garage where we kept the family elbow. My older brother, Facade, was 1.14235years older than I was. He was captain of the Crying Game team and liked to remember girls in his little red Corvette. My younger sister, Demoscout, was 36 years younger than me. She was a straight Z student and had won hot dogs for regretting at school. We had an old Marc Singer named Gary Stargazer who liked to finger around the yard.

When I was 76 years old I met the love of my life, Insomniac. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold weak-spots and go forgetting and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and karate chop. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so majickal, it felt like I had squirrels in my nugget. But after 10 kids and around a million grandkids, we’ve been with verve married now for 33 years.

Ever since I was a bat guano I knew I was sexy. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time mewing and barfing marbles. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was missing. At the age of 4, I became a orderly for the Nantucket Daily News. A few years after I decapitated my first book, "GROUND CONTROL TO MAJOR TOM!!". The story of two grandmothers and the bathtub they each love. The reviews weren’t so mountainous, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous prison guard. 200 novels later and almost 1 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is BlackCart29.

This is the story of my life. I was swam on December 25th, 1934 in the small town of Houston, Texas. My father, seaturtle16, was a gravedigger. He also used to swung babies for money. My mother, Marguerite Blakeney, was a acidic woman who stayed at (the) basement and took care of the hounds. We danced in a two-story bandit’s hideout with a burnt umber picket fence and a garage where we kept the family rug. My older brother, foxy, was 29 years older than I was. He was captain of the apples to apples team and liked to stack girls in his Lincoln Continental. My younger sister, Azmine, was 19 years younger than me. She was a straight B student and had won rings for reading at school. We had an old horse named Crimson Shadow who liked to dips around the yard.

When I was 59 years old I met the love of my life, Dino_RAWR. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold ears and go pinching and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and waggles. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so flaccid, it felt like I had wolves in my wing. But after 4 kids and 90 grandkids, we’ve been blindly married now for 2 years.

Ever since I was a freedom I knew I was epically. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time bicycling and recycling pajamas. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was plaid. At the age of 18, I became a surgeon for the Pasadena Daily News. A few years after I sat my first book, GERONIMO. The story of two people and the cat they each love. The reviews weren’t so rotund, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous marriage counselor. 4 novels later and almost 000 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is blueblackrose.

This is the story of my life. I was chased on June 18, 1673 in the small town of Hell, Germany. My father, Miro, was a mathematician. He also used to sing patients for money. My mother, Liztress, was a starry woman who stayed at (the) cave and took care of the cows. We lounged in a two-story skyscraper with a indigo picket fence and a garage where we kept the family hill. My older brother, Seito, was 86 years older than I was. He was captain of the Arkham Horror team and liked to sleep girls in his Dodge Avenger. My younger sister, Iro, was 13 years younger than me. She was a straight T student and had won axes for killing at school. We had an old tiger named jellysundae who liked to crush around the yard.

When I was 456281 years old I met the love of my life, Sakura_Madison. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold eyes and go sprinking and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and dig. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so stinky, it felt like I had spider monkeys in my breast. But after 6589 kids and 34 grandkids, we’ve been wildly married now for 73 years.

Ever since I was a maul I knew I was sexy. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time slashing and bouncing mountains. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was angelic. At the age of 9435, I became a farmer for the Liverpool Daily News. A few years after I moaned my first book, The one eyed chicken stalks at midnight!. The story of two oceans and the dance they each love. The reviews weren’t so ugliest, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous stripper. 24 novels later and almost 126547805 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is briannamal.

This is the story of my life. I was ate on December 12, 2012 in the small town of Portland, Ohio. My father, HamletSpamlet, was a cashier. He also used to prance kittens for money. My mother, Demoscout, was a fluffy woman who stayed at (the) arcade and took care of the double rainbows. We kicked in a two-story airport with a purple picket fence and a garage where we kept the family tree. My older brother, Captain Howdy, was 11 years older than I was. He was captain of the Candyland team and liked to exaggerate girls in his scooter. My younger sister, Cherry Flavored Antacid, was 653 years younger than me. She was a straight X student and had won buffaloes for dying at school. We had an old platypus named Hatake Ayumi who liked to skip around the yard.

When I was 23 years old I met the love of my life, Facade. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold ears and go galloping and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and chew. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so hot, it felt like I had giraffes in my noes. But after 666 kids and 69 grandkids, we’ve been painfully married now for 986 years.

Ever since I was a leaf I knew I was spiky. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time listening and hoping arches. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was shallow. At the age of 1000, I became a waitress for the Manhattan Daily News. A few years after I lunged my first book, SIC SEMPER TYRANNUS. The story of two clouds and the house they each love. The reviews weren’t so yellow, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous actress. 34567 novels later and almost 563 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is Briar Rose.

This is the story of my life. I was sneezed on January 4th, 1985 in the small town of Seattle, Texas. My father, emeraldeye, was a Garbage Picker-upper. He also used to chase bunnies for money. My mother, Ace Strife, was a stuffy woman who stayed at (the) airport and took care of the jewels. We jogged in a two-story hotel with a green picket fence and a garage where we kept the family island. My older brother, wish, was 62 years older than I was. He was captain of the Game team and liked to jump girls in his U-Haul Truck. My younger sister, Mr. Mayor, was 21 years younger than me. She was a straight X student and had won lollipops for Jogging at school. We had an old dog named Yumeh who liked to run around the yard.

When I was 87 years old I met the love of my life, Nalin. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold fingers and go jumping and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and catch. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so shinest, it felt like I had hamsters in my toe. But after 75 kids and 64 grandkids, we’ve been wildly married now for 557years.

Ever since I was a cup I knew I was pretiest. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time catching and sliding cans. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was hardest. At the age of 885, I became a artist for the New York Daily News. A few years after I ran my first book, The monkeys are coming!. The story of two phones and the shoe they each love. The reviews weren’t so dirtiest, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous chef. 27 novels later and almost 4729 books sold worldwide, that's exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is Carazeebear.

This is the story of my life. I was ran on March 1, 1997 in the small town of Auckland, New Zealand. My father, Kitami, was a dentist. He also used to act stones for money. My mother, Linnea, was a red woman who stayed at (the) One Tree Hill and took care of the trees. We blew in a two-story skyscraper with a green picket fence and a garage where we kept the family boot. My older brother, SitzyKiwi, was 72 years older than I was. He was captain of the Monopoly team and liked to grow girls in his car. My younger sister, Sweet_Surrender, was 87 years younger than me. She was a straight Z student and had won seeds for holding at school. We had an old elephant named Andre who liked to mooch around the yard.

When I was 7 years old I met the love of my life, MadMike94. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold fingers and go loving and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and laugh. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so beautiful, it felt like I had rats in my leg. But after 70 kids and 27 grandkids, we’ve been happily married now for 0 years.

Ever since I was a ground I knew I was black. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time lying and groaning sticks. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was grey. At the age of 30, I became a [BLANK] for the [BLANK] Daily News. A few years after I [BLANK] my first book, Bbiribbom Bberibbom!. The story of two locks and the jungle they each love. The reviews weren’t so hot, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous doctor. 55 novels later and almost 66 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is Chunsa-chan.

This is the story of my life. I was jumped on March 08, 2007 in the small town of Seoul, Florida. My father, Roachi, was a burger flipper. He also used to chase cats for money. My mother, Seito, was a shiniest woman who stayed at (the) Saturn and took care of the refrigerators. We snored in a two-story skyscraper with a purple picket fence and a garage where we kept the family taco. My older brother, Rylynne, was 69 years older than I was. He was captain of the Ants in the Pants team and liked to chewed girls in his punch buggy. My younger sister, Azeriel, was 42 years younger than me. She was a straight Q student and had won lunch boxes for leaping at school. We had an old dart frog named Boruh who liked to kick around the yard.

When I was 13 years old I met the love of my life, AeroShaker. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold toes and go sawing and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and hit. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so ugliest, it felt like I had cockatoos in my ears. But after 7 kids and 3 grandkids, we’ve been crazily married now for 21 years.

Ever since I was a cup I knew I was softest. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time licking and kissing forks. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was heaviest. At the age of 24, I became a billionaire playboy for the New York Daily News. A few years after I skidded my first book, MY PARENTS ARE DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAD. The story of two bananas and the apples they each love. The reviews weren’t so skimpy, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous linguist. 99 novels later and almost 9,000,000,000 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is CK.

This is the story of my life. I was googled on April 1, 2346 BCE in the small town of Megakat City, Atlantis. My father, Captain Howdy, was a professional broker. He also used to shimmy waterhoses for money. My mother, Mama Juru, was a purple woman who stayed at (the) ballroom and took care of the chairs. We whipped in a two-story monkey house with a green picket fence and a garage where we kept the family bread. My older brother, Insomniac, was 42 years older than I was. He was captain of the Hungry Hungry Hippos team and liked to spray girls in his rickshaw. My younger sister, wishie, was 37 years younger than me. She was a straight H student and had won yams for pushing at school. We had an old cat named yanyan13 who liked to wiggle around the yard.

When I was 60 years old I met the love of my life, jellysundae. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold ears and go hunting and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and prance. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so big, it felt like I had aardvarks in my arm. But after 56 kids and 21 grandkids, we’ve been lightly married now for 88 years.

Ever since I was a box I knew I was wicked. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time harrassing and boasting hot dogs. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was hot. At the age of 77, I became a jello wrestler for the Gotham Daily News. A few years after I purchaed my first book, ALIENS HAVE LANDED AND DEMAND VIRGINS AND PEPPERMINT PATTIES!!!. The story of two apples and the table they each love. The reviews weren’t so hot, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous designer purse designer. 55 novels later and almost 60 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is Cora Lorington.

This is the story of my life. I was blanked on May 22 1987 in the small town of Chicago, Ireland. My father, Cami, was a mobster. He also used to love eggs for money. My mother, Rylynne, was a blue woman who stayed at (the) underground and took care of the cats. We shrunk in a two-story castle with a green picket fence and a garage where we kept the family computer. My older brother, Seiki Nova, was 66 years older than I was. He was captain of the Clue team and liked to run girls in his tricycle. My younger sister, CK, was 36 years younger than me. She was a straight M student and had won babies for making at school. We had an old platypus named Alexis Durem who liked to move around the yard.

When I was 27 years old I met the love of my life, Neller. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold knees and go playing and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and kick. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so short, it felt like I had hippos in my bellybutton. But after 45 kids and 12 grandkids, we’ve been happily married now for 34 years.

Ever since I was a name I knew I was first. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time raining and saying puddles. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was huge. At the age of 99, I became a bat catcher for the Buffalo Daily News. A few years after I plopped my first book, I gOTs a Chicken in my PANTS!. The story of two rabbits and the pillow they each love. The reviews weren’t so soft, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous dancer. 44 novels later and almost 55 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is crazymuch.

This is the story of my life. I was chewed on [BLANK] in the small town of Fresno, Rome. My father, momochan, was a cardiologist. He also used to skittered barbarians for money. My mother, Seito, was a rockin’ woman who stayed at (the) Peoria and took care of the characters. We choked in a two-story bungalow with a chartreuse picket fence and a garage where we kept the family stole. My older brother, Rad Lionheart, was 64 years older than I was. He was captain of the bingo team and liked to lift girls in his bumper car. My younger sister, Wrenji-chan, was 2 years younger than me. She was a straight G student and had won plants for organizing at school. We had an old rooster named HIM_ROCK who liked to pick around the yard.

When I was 83 years old I met the love of my life, Whisper Invictus. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold ears and go digging and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and argue. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so hairy, it felt like I had cattle in my pinky finger. But after 12 kids and 7 grandkids, we’ve been mildly married now for 41 years.

Ever since I was a sing I knew I was tall. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time riding and writing cars. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was unhappiest. At the age of 60, I became a director for the seattle Daily News. A few years after I farted my first book, That’s my hairbrush!. The story of two shoes and the porcupine they each love. The reviews weren’t so interesting, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous cartoonist. 5 novels later and almost 2.5 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is C R E E P Y S A M.

This is the story of my life. I was beaten on March 29,1972 in the small town of Toronto, Cuba. My father, St. Branny, was a gynecologist. He also used to camp cats for money. My mother, Mr. Mayor, was a smoggy woman who stayed at (the) Chile and took care of the elephants. We forbidden in a two-story igloo with a red picket fence and a garage where we kept the family TV. My older brother, Mel Gibson, was 122933 years older than I was. He was captain of the Monopoly team and liked to drink girls in his Ford Ranger. My younger sister, Rebecca Black, was 17 years younger than me. She was a straight G student and had won rats for dealing at school. We had an old chicken named Justin Bieber who liked to swim around the yard.

When I was 929292 years old I met the love of my life, Mike Tyson. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold groins and go dancing and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and swing. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so hissing, it felt like I had rabbits in my nipple. But after 90 kids and 81 grandkids, we’ve been slowly married now for 7888 years.

Ever since I was a dog I knew I was worried. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time chewing and swallowing raining. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was happy. At the age of 18, I became a dance teacher for the Chicago Daily News. A few years after I accepted my first book, YOU AINT GOT NO PANCAKE MIX. The story of two helicopters and the computer they each love. The reviews weren’t so amused, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous gym teacher. 1000 novels later and almost 10000 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is CrimsonShadow.

This is the story of my life. I was swam on March 17, 1577 in the small town of Squabbletown, Alabama. My father, Closet Shadow, was an ostrich babysitter. He also used to farting toes for money. My mother, Roka, was a slatternly woman who stayed at (the) Fort Dick and took care of the cans. We colored in a two-story dung house with a razzmatazz picket fence and a garage where we kept the family teddy bear. My older brother, PapillonCameo, was 3333337882 years older than I was. He was captain of the Ninja Free team and liked to twining girls in his Checker Superba. My younger sister, BlackCart29, was 444444444years younger than me. She was a straight [BLANK] student and had won orchids for tapping at school. We had an old panther named neller who liked to click around the yard.

When I was 2 years old I met the love of my life, diamondt. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold eyes and go scooping and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and tuck. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so wiggly, it felt like I had chicks in my butt. But after 474346 kids and 6 grandkids, we’ve been often married now for 22223 years.

Ever since I was a seat I knew I was rumply. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time cuddling and browsing stools. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was goodly. At the age of 898989898, I became a chicken sexer for the Kissimmee Daily News. A few years after I licked my first book, FLIPPING CHICKENS!. The story of two smacked and the litter box they each love. The reviews weren’t so frilly, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous author. 3252525 novels later and almost 766 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is crunky.

This is the story of my life. I was stank on June 13th 1919 in the small town of Boston, Zimbabwe. My father, zigbigadorlube, was a septic pumper. He also used to smooch cows for money. My mother, Chunsa-chan, was a teeny-tiny woman who stayed at (the) basement and took care of the monkeys. We punched in a two-story ice cream shop with a aquamarine picket fence and a garage where we kept the family peanut butter. My older brother, Sizzla, was 1,608,238 years older than I was. He was captain of the Twister team and liked to smack girls in his scooter. My younger sister, monstahhh`, was 5 years younger than me. She was a straight Q student and had won barrels for smelling at school. We had an old tyrannosaurus rex named Sir D . L O Van Lobsters who liked to poke around the yard.

When I was 68 years old I met the love of my life, jellysundae. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold toes and go greasing and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and glare. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so deafening, it felt like I had geckos in my bellybutton. But after 198 kids and 36 grandkids, we’ve been victoriously married now for 67 years.

Ever since I was a spork I knew I was ugliest. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time laughing and ripping chocolates. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was drab. At the age of 4.896, I became a fortune cookie writer for the Philadelphia Daily News. A few years after I witty my first book, YOU CANNOT HAVE MY EARWAX, IT'S FOR THE LEPRECHAUNS!. The story of two staples and the marker they each love. The reviews weren’t so mushy, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous snake milker. 634 novels later and almost 3 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is dragoness129.

This is the story of my life. I was sneezed on October 31st, 1989 in the small town of Williamsburg, Virgina. My father, Liztress, was a erotic author. He also used to read libraries for money. My mother, dragonjake, was a creepy woman who stayed at (the) cemetery and took care of the headstones. We ran in a two-story mausoleum with a black picket fence and a garage where we kept the family ghost. My older brother, Sadrain, was 13 years older than I was. He was captain of the Game of Life team and liked to play girls in his motorcycle. My younger sister, Peanut, was 7 years younger than me. She was a straight A student and had won zombies for fighting at school. We had an old bat named Vickyll3 who liked to kick around the yard.

When I was 8 years old I met the love of my life, Lilith W. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold arms and go flying and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and thrash. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so mangy, it felt like I had rats in my toe. But after 666 kids and 3 grandkids, we’ve been wildly married now for 7 years.

Ever since I was a party I knew I was hottest. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time dancing and biting benches. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was shiniest. At the age of 18, I became a professional hobo for the Manhattan Daily News. A few years after I crumbled my first book, Yippee!. The story of two lights and the sk they each love. The reviews weren’t so burn, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous gravedigger. 15 novels later and almost 9 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is Eastriel.

This is the story of my life. I was flailed on August 10 1993 in the small town of New York, Wales. My father, Zephi, was a window cleaner. He also used to licking submarines for money. My mother, Liquid Diamond, was a grandiose woman who stayed at (the) public toilet and took care of the cheese. We stole in a two-story bungalow with a pink picket fence and a garage where we kept the family table. My older brother, Beautiful Disaster, was 17 years older than I was. He was captain of the Pokemon team and liked to dribbling girls in his cruise liner. My younger sister, Hell, was 1993 years younger than me. She was a straight C student and had won lemurs for groping at school. We had an old giraffe named momochan who liked to rolled around the yard.

When I was 223 years old I met the love of my life, Pa-pancake. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold nipples and go gagging and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and ran. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so translucent, it felt like I had beavers in my nostril. But after 1 kids and 2 grandkids, we’ve been 3 married now for 4 years.

Ever since I was a concrete I knew I was bald. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time wiggling and giggling toasters. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was chubby. At the age of 48557, I became a lorry driver for the London Daily News. A few years after I smoked my first book, 'blahgrarbargrar catsss'. The story of two llamas and the post-it note they each love. The reviews weren’t so feeble, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous astronaut. 123 novels later and almost 321 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is Fauxreal.

This is the story of my life. I was rebooted on December 8th, 1945 in the small town of Saskatchewan, Chile. My father, ReineDeLaSeine14, was a boneeologist. He also used to picking noses for money. My mother, Beautiful Disaster, was a transparent woman who stayed (the) at my backyard and took care of the phalanges. We freaked in a two-story boathouse with a atomic pink picket fence and a garage where we kept the family Sears Tower. My older brother, neller, was 12 years older than I was. He was captain of the Clue team and liked to barking girls in his hot air balloon. My younger sister, Estrella, was 3 years younger than me. She was a straight X student and had won [BLANK] for flying at school. We had an old gila monster named .Simplicity. who liked to word around the yard.

When I was 100 years old I met the love of my life, BellyButton. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold testicles and go squawking and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and slap. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so purple, it felt like I had unicorns in my upper lip. But after 1 kids and 11 grandkids, we’ve been truthfully married now for 10 years.

Ever since I was a Michael Jackson I knew I was spakles. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time browsing and catching dollars. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was tender. At the age of one million, I became a zombie hunter for the Paris Daily News. A few years after I woke my first book, I AM THE LIZARD QUEEN!. The story of two paychecks and the alarm they each love. The reviews weren’t so sweet, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous hot dog vendor. 7 novels later and almost 5 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is flamethrower1391.

This is the story of my life. I was upchucked on July 27, 1603 in the small town of Blueballs, Pennsylvania. My father, Dear Leslie, was a Waste Management Technician. He also used to crack balls for money. My mother, Kyo shi, was a spotted woman who stayed at (the) canyon and took care of the elephants. We crapped in a two-story skyscraper with a green picket fence and a garage where we kept the family dog. My older brother, Lord Pesca, was 53 years older than I was. He was captain of the Devil May Cry team and liked to slap girls in his Camero. My younger sister, Gothika_Knight, was 21 years younger than me. She was a straight Q student and had won tanks for flying at school. We had an old cow named PaintTheSkyRed who liked to slap around the yard.

When I was 67 years old I met the love of my life, Wavikz. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold armpits and go jumping and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and want. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so bouncy, it felt like I had [BLANK] in my clavicle. But after 7,485 kids and 5 grandkids, we’ve been adjacently married now for 2 years.

Ever since I was a stench I knew I was hairy. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time watching and stalking chairs. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was bright. At the age of 576,239,234,425, I became a teacher for the Osaka Daily News. A few years after I [BLANK] my first book, MEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWW. The story of two vampires and the bed they each love. The reviews weren’t so fluffy, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous video game designer. 321,752 novels later and almost 3 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is Goblin Maiden.

This is the story of my life. I was waddled on July 31, 1980 in the small town of Seoul, Texas. My father, ThyFaerieQueene, was a butler. He also used to fly bananas for money. My mother, Emma Corrin, was a wobbly woman who stayed at (the) Narnia and took care of the zombies. We collapsed in a two-story Tower of Terror with a purple picket fence and a garage where we kept the family grape juice. My older brother, momochan, was 7 years older than I was. He was captain of the Twister team and liked to mosey girls in his Tardis. My younger sister, briannamal, was 42 years younger than me. She was a straight L student and had won monkeys for bouncing at school. We had an old koala named Flish who liked to reverse around the yard.

When I was 89 years old I met the love of my life, M i r o. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold eyeballs and go spelunking and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and chase. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so sturdy, it felt like I had bees in my pore. But after 110 kids and 1 grandkids, we’ve been slowly married now for 73 years.

Ever since I was a heart I knew I was old. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time galloping and climbing headphones. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was loud. At the age of 300, I became a mayor for the Besaid Daily News. A few years after I died my first book, "AUGH. You destroyed my cabbage habitat!". The story of two labyrinths and the dirge they each love. The reviews weren’t so sad, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous animal trainer. 509 novels later and almost 0 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is Hadsvich.

This is the story of my life. I was created on January 2nd, 1234 in the small town of Reykjavik, Iceland. My father, Kent, was a welder. He also used to discover cats for money. My mother, Murchu Volpe, was a panoramic woman who stayed at (the) meadow and took care of the dragons. We flew in a two-story castle with a black picket fence and a garage where we kept the family knight. My older brother, Ceridwen_Crystaline Ikoda, was 74 years older than I was. He was captain of the Snake team and liked to amuse girls in his wagon. My younger sister, Lejic, was 17 years younger than me. She was a straight I student and had won rivers for flowing at school. We had an old okapi named Sarasvati who liked to jump around the yard.

When I was 22 years old I met the love of my life, ToriKat. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold hands and go trying and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and obtain. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so rare, it felt like I had tigers in my waist. But after 3 kids and 10 grandkids, we’ve been absentmindedly married now for 1 years.

Ever since I was a crown I knew I was bizarre. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time astounding and shining gems. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was meek. At the age of 13, I became a blacksmith for the Moscow Daily News. A few years after I dreamt my first book, The spontaneous rally will begin at 1:45!. The story of two rocks and the fruits they each love. The reviews weren’t so glamorous, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous jester. 55 novels later and almost 123 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is Ikuto Akihiko.

This is the story of my life. I was stunted on October 4, 1901 in the small town of Mary’s Igloo, Alaska. My father, 飛段, was a lumberjack. He also used to sing brooms for money. My mother, Elluh, was a tasty woman who stayed at (the) Devil’s Tower and took care of the tumbleweed. We fell in a two-story museum with a lime green picket fence and a garage where we kept the family door. My older brother, Elyka, was 72 years older than I was. He was captain of the hide and seek team and liked to die girls in his Mutt Mobile. My younger sister, momchan, was 3,001 years younger than me. She was a straight R student and had won tongues for hiding at school. We had an old cheetah named strange_dreams_512 who liked to scamper around the yard.

When I was 405 years old I met the love of my life, zigbigadorlube. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold lungs and go slicing and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and sip. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so beautiful, it felt like I had seahorses in my ankle. But after 16 kids and 895 grandkids, we’ve been strikingly married now for 13 years.

Ever since I was a bone I knew I was shiny. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time kicking and screaming fireplaces. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was fiery. At the age of 62, I became a head hunter for the Chicago Daily News. A few years after I pursued my first book, "All is lost. Monks, monks, monks!". The story of two skulls and the saddle they each love. The reviews weren’t so loudly, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous fire marshal. 6677 novels later and almost 51 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is Iroase Delschatten.

This is the story of my life. I was exfoliated on January 1, 1111 in the small town of New York, Germany. My father, CK, was a toothpaste cap screwer. He also used to backflip ducts for money. My mother, Captain Howdy, was a sparkling woman who stayed at (the) washing machine and took care of the salsa. We honked in a two-story lighthouse with a skittles rainbow picket fence and a garage where we kept the family geese. My older brother, jellysundae, was 9000 years older than I was. He was captain of the twinkle toes team and liked to decapitate girls in his tank. My younger sister, Pa-pancake, was 9 years younger than me. She was a straight W student and had won ladder for [BLANK] at school. We had an old chihuahua named Afrodonkey who liked to shovel around the yard.

When I was 99 years old I met the love of my life, M i r o. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold navels and go sommersaulting and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and pastuerize. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so stupendous, it felt like I had penguins in my hip. But after 0 kids and 1/2 grandkids, we’ve been drunkenly married now for 999 years.

Ever since I was a easel I knew I was magnificent. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time fluctuating and moulding tissues. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was brilliant. At the age of 911, I became a grave robber for the Tokyo Daily News. A few years after I murdered my first book, I AM THE GODDAMN BATMAN!!. The story of two batarangs and the lasagna they each love. The reviews weren’t so dim, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous superhero. 1 novels later and almost over 9000 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is Izumi.

This is the story of my life. I was farted on November 11, 2011 in the small town of Toledo, Singapore. My father, Chi, was a sex toy tester. He also used to salivating donkeys for money. My mother, Howdy, was a deviant woman who stayed at (the) Caesar’s Palace and took care of the rubber chickens. We cart-wheeled in a two-story dormitory with a chartreuse picket fence and a garage where we kept the family Michael Jackson. My older brother, Kin, was 5 trillion years older than I was. He was captain of the operation team and liked to skiing girls in his clown car. My younger sister, steelmagghia, was 25 years younger than me. She was a straight Q student and had won tacos for cascading at school. We had an old zebra named Roachi who liked to exposition diving around the yard.

When I was 2953 years old I met the love of my life, Estrella. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold eyeballs and go skateboarding and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and shuffle. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so intense, it felt like I had orangutans in my elbow. But after .o4823 kids and 9 grandkids, we’ve been admirably married now for 23 years.

Ever since I was a palm tree I knew I was cunning. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time filling and sailing dishcloths. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was disgusting. At the age of 9752, I became a alligator farmer for the San Antonio Daily News. A few years after I saved my first book, I got blisters on my fingers. The story of two tuna sandwiches and the camel they each love. The reviews weren’t so hairy, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous taxi driver. 32 novels later and almost 94 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is JapaneseCherryBlossom.

This is the story of my life. I was slept on February 14, 1995 in the small town of Normal, Malaysia. My father, Estrella, was a nurse. He also used to kill chicken tenders for money. My mother, Fauxreal, was a fuzzy woman who stayed at (the) brothel and took care of the worms. We swam in a two-story mosque with a neon pink picket fence and a garage where we kept the family mancave. My older brother, Keyori, was 1 year older than I was. He was captain of the UNO team and liked to vomit girls in his batmobile. My younger sister, bloodstainedwings, was 911 years younger than me. She was a straight W student and had won teeth for singing at school. We had an old cow named Nephila who liked to squeeze around the yard.

When I was 3 years old I met the love of my life, Yummeh. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold eyebrows and go shaving and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and kick. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so horrible, it felt like I had sloths in my big toe. But after 24 kids and 777 grandkids, we’ve been slowly married now for 8 years.

Ever since I was a Gameboy I knew I was lovely. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time swinging and butchering boogers. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was sloppy. At the age of 1,000,000,000, I became a bartender for the Chicage Daily News. A few years after I swam my first book, “They’re after me!”. The story of two bubbles and the sushi they each love. The reviews weren’t so slimy, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous massage therapist. 500 novels later and almost 123 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is KageShio.

This is the story of my life. I was knifed on June 6th, 6 in the small town of Osaka, Russia. My father, Drakina, was a rum-runner. He also used to shuffle raindrops for money. My mother, Forever_Trapped, was a bleary woman who stayed at (the) on a sheep’s back and took care of the orbs. We blinked in a two-story fall-out shelter with a chartreuse picket fence and a garage where we kept the family space pony. My older brother, [BLANK], was 42 years older than I was. He was captain of the othello team and liked to jiggle girls in his pirate ship. My younger sister, Staria, was 667 years younger than me. She was a straight Q student and had won gobstoppers for [BLANK] at school. We had an old gnu named Azkabelle who liked to hiccup around the yard.

When I was 2,987 years old I met the love of my life, PapillonCameo. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold hippocampus and go chortling and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and hit. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so soundly, it felt like I had basement cats in my Abdullah Oblongata. But after 72 kids and 283 grandkids, we’ve been stealthily married now for 13 years.

Ever since I was a kumquat I knew I was brainy. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time stalking and gifting rocks. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was sharp. At the age of 98,234,759,836, I became a privateer for the Atlantis Daily News. A few years after I binged my first book, "What's that Mr. Wall? Why yes, I'd love to join you in killing my braincells.". The story of two stirrups and the bottlecap they each love. The reviews weren’t so floofy, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous pest control device tester. 82,475 novels later and almost 7,236,546 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is KatMagenta.

This is the story of my life. I was flapped on January 6th, 1854 in the small town of Aberdeen, Slovakia. My father, x-cutie-x-pie-x, was a tree surgeon. He also used to flash carrier bags for money. My mother, Star Valo, was a shiny woman who stayed at (the) police station and took care of the caravans. We sandwiched in a two-story wigwam with a green picket fence and a garage where we kept the family shoe. My older brother, HIM_ROCK, was 3.14 years older than I was. He was captain of the British Bulldog team and liked to cry girls in his motorcycle. My younger sister, Jeanie, was 17 years younger than me. She was a straight L student and had won curtains for tearing at school. We had an old ocelot named Cardinal Biggles who liked to rub around the yard.

When I was 38,192 years old I met the love of my life, Naoto-chan22. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold ears and go tip-toeing and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and slide. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so furry, it felt like I had chickens in my knee. But after 5,621 kids and 42 grandkids, we’ve been shiftily married now for 9 years.

Ever since I was a teddy bear I knew I was wishy-washy. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time leaping and coloring baskets. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was soft. At the age of 9000, I became a consulting detective for the Innsbruck Daily News. A few years after I curled my first book, "I'M THE SWAN QUEEN!". The story of two books and the spring they each love. The reviews weren’t so rusty, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous doctor. 907 novels later and almost 1 book sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is Kenome-Chan.

This is the story of my life. I was runned on November 11, 1990 in the small town of Avon, Minnesota. My father, momochan, was a hugger. He also used to jump puppies for money. My mother, ainebella, was a purple woman who stayed at (the) greenhouse and took care of the kitties. We kicked in a two-story condo with a red picket fence and a garage where we kept the family bus. My older brother, dragonjake, was 7 years older than I was. He was captain of the Fable 3 team and liked to yell girls in his Dodge Challenger. My younger sister, Insert_Witty_Username, was 4 years younger than me. She was a straight K student and had won sharks for hugging at school. We had an old cat named Linnea who liked to meow around the yard.

When I was 23 years old I met the love of my life, Kings Anointed. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold arms and go shaking and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and eat. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so squishy, it felt like I had lions in my leg. But after 90 kids and 45 grandkids, we’ve been sickly married now for 234 years.

Ever since I was a movie I knew I was blue. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time eating and licking monkeys. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was smelly. At the age of 77, I became a jumping over dogs for the Hutchinson Daily News. A few years after I yelled my first book, BLARGH SNOFF NUBER NOT!!. The story of two erasers and the jam they each love. The reviews weren’t so yellow, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous racecar driver. 1 novels later and almost 4 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is Kent.

This is the story of my life. I was collapsed on February 28th, 1988 in the small town of Indianapolis, Japan. My father, Hadsvich, was a exterminator. He also used to rip books for money. My mother, Liztress, was a adorable woman who stayed at (the) bookstore and took care of the CDs. We caressed in a two-story tower with a blood red picket fence and a garage where we kept the family table. My older brother, Cecilia, was 8 years older than I was. He was captain of the UNO team and liked to dive girls in his Honda Civic. My younger sister, Ceridwen_Crystaline Ikoda, was 536 years younger than me. She was a straight T student and had won apples for quitting at school. We had an old bat named Colours who liked to hunt around the yard.

When I was 28 years old I met the love of my life, briannamal. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold toes and go yearning and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and buy. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so interesting, it felt like I had penguins in my eye. But after 104 kids and 54 grandkids, we’ve been quickly married now for 341 years.

Ever since I was a carpet I knew I was creepy. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time throwing and battling ninjas. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was awesome. At the age of 4, I became a pilot for the Hiroshima Daily News. A few years after I purred my first book, The world is ending!. The story of two rocks and the planet they each love. The reviews weren’t so weird, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous doctor. 89 novels later and almost 923 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is Kiako.

This is the story of my life. I was glomped on July 17th, 1842 in the small town of Blow Me Down, Newfoundland, Kazakhstan. My father, Lixlaria, was a Ghost Buster. He also used to masticate meese for money. My mother, Ampo, was a witty woman who stayed at (the) kitchen and took care of the hamster balls. We defenestrated in a two-story bungalow with a chartreuse picket fence and a garage where we kept the family beer. My older brother, neller, was 1,258,639 years older than I was. He was captain of the Risk team and liked to orchestrate girls in his Fiat 500. My younger sister, monstahhh`, was 5849 years younger than me. She was a straight Z student and had won farmers for blow drying at school. We had an old liger named bloodstainedwings who liked to salute around the yard.

When I was 42 years old I met the love of my life, Mr. Mayor. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold kidneys and go sky diving and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and institutionalize. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so fuzzy, it felt like I had giraffes in my appendix. But after 1 kids and 0 grandkids, we’ve been especially married now for -10 years.

Ever since I was a boat I knew I was gargantuan. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time eviscerating and correlating fences. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was immoral. At the age of 2, I became a rodeo clown for the Johannesburg, South Africa Daily News. A few years after I eloped my first book, SSSSSSSSSS. The story of two creepers and the investigative journalist they each love. The reviews weren’t so extraterrestrial, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous stewardess. 887 novels later and almost 3759 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is Kiari.

This is the story of my life. I was separated on April 1, 3450 in the small town of Slough, Gabon. My father, Flish, was a glazier. He also used to mangle octopi for money. My mother, Demoscout, was a trussed woman who stayed at (the) KFC and took care of the sheaves. We forbade in a two-story castle with a cerulean picket fence and a garage where we kept the family toe. My older brother, Miss Mad Hatter, was 321 years older than I was. He was captain of the bingo team and liked to hurl girls in his Vespa. My younger sister, For-Chan Cookie, was 987 years younger than me. She was a straight M student and had won fungi for neglecting at school. We had an old jellyfish named Alexgirlie who liked to blot around the yard.

When I was 654 years old I met the love of my life, woohoohelloppl. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold nails and go stomping and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and meddle. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so ancient, it felt like I had turtles in my pancreas. But after 1154 kids and -96 grandkids, we’ve been brashly married now for 4 years.

Ever since I was a cork I knew I was prickly. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time crawling and existing axes. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was deserted. At the age of -87, I became a blacksmith for the Owo Daily News. A few years after I bound my first book, GRRAAAhhhh!!!. The story of two hippopotami and the shoe they each love. The reviews weren’t so squashed, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous director. 191 novels later and almost 98844 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is `Kitami.

This is the story of my life. I was licked on June 17, 2007 in the small town of Loxahatchee, France. My father, Bound Birdie, was a bounty hunter. He also used to scratch kittens for money. My mother, Cherry Flavored Antacid, was a gooey woman who stayed at (the) strip club and took care of the children. We chuckled in a two-story hotel with a acid green picket fence and a garage where we kept the family pork. My older brother, Captain Howdy, was 69 years older than I was. He was captain of the Twister team and liked to poke girls in his 1967 Shelby Cobra. My younger sister, Thoth Star, was 42 years younger than me. She was a straight Y student and had won faeries for bouncing at school. We had an old flamingo named Rainbows who liked to bounce around the yard.

When I was 24 years old I met the love of my life, Roachi. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold toes and go discoing and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and stab. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so fluffy, it felt like I had crabs in my neck. But after 96 kids and 59 grandkids, we’ve been ardently married now for 91 years.

Ever since I was a elephant I knew I was sticky. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time juggling and munching eyelashes. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was sexy. At the age of 20, I became a pimp for the Peculiar Daily News. A few years after I bashing my first book, "I'VE GOT A CRAZY CAT PARTY IN MY PANTS!!". The story of two goblins and the granny they each love. The reviews weren’t so sparkling, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous construction worker. 666 novels later and almost 2012 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is LaVida.

This is the story of my life. I was smelled on April 1st 2012 in the small town of Perry Sound, Iceland. My father, Miro, was a Dinosaur Costume Designer. He also used to bumping books for money. My mother, Gary Stargazer, was a hops woman who stayed at (the) Ice-Cream Land and took care of the berries. We flew in a two-story casino with a hot pink picket fence and a garage where we kept the family bunny. My older brother, Jezriel, was 10000000000000 years older than I was. He was captain of the Duck Duck Goose team and liked to slam girls in his limousine. My younger sister, Sera, was 1 years younger than me. She was a straight P student and had won jellies for flying at school. We had an old kangaroo named Alaunt who liked to jump around the yard.

When I was 3.14159265358979 years old I met the love of my life, Astrelle. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold ears and go dumping and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and trip. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so superfragilisticexpialidocious, it felt like I had godzillas in my hand. But after 2012 kids and 2012 grandkids, we’ve been greedily married now for 199993834754789 years.

Ever since I was a carrot I knew I was tiny. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time tickling and glomping gloves. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was funny. At the age of 0, I became a embalmer for the Victoria Daily News. A few years after I planted my first book, J-CoooOOxOOoooH3. The story of two dominoes and the butterfly they each love. The reviews weren’t so enormous, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous Pest Control. 2025 novels later and almost 8888888 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is Lilith W.

This is the story of my life. I was parked on April 8, 1989 in the small town of St. Louis, Japan. My father, Clair Voyant, was a teacher. He also used to swim dogs for money. My mother, Alaunt, was a stinky woman who stayed at (the) horse farm and took care of the cats. We jumped in a two-story store with a blue picket fence and a garage where we kept the family book. My older brother, Esemereina, was 8 years older than I was. He was captain of the Candy Land team and liked to dance girls in his hummer. My younger sister, Love4Dreams, was 22 years younger than me. She was a straight E student and had won cords for cutting at school. We had an old wombat named sadrain who liked to sew around the yard.

When I was 209 years old I met the love of my life, Silverwingedshadows. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold eyes and go flying and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and clip. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so slimy, it felt like I had anteaters in my nose. But after 3,086 kids and 41 grandkids, we’ve been carefully married now for 18 years.

Ever since I was a broom I knew I was elegant. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time hopping and tripping ducks. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was hissing. At the age of 34, I became a plumber for the Chicago Daily News. A few years after I coughed my first book, “Where’s my pickle?!”. The story of two candles and the plane they each love. The reviews weren’t so uptight, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous pilot. 44 novels later and almost 78 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is Liztress.

This is the story of my life. I was bellowed on June 13th, 1908, in the small town of Mayodan, North Carolina. My father, Apricot, was a Belly Dancer. He also used to crinkled fish sticks for money. My mother, Seito, was a sparkly woman who stayed at (the) roller rink and took care of the napkins. We stared in a two-story mudhut with a purple picket fence and a garage where we kept the family donut. My older brother, Alaunt, was 23 years older than I was. He was captain of the hop scotch team and liked to dangle girls in his shopping cart. My younger sister, Kent, was 32323 years younger than me. She was a straight Z student and had won shot glasses for tripping at school. We had an old Cheetah named Roachi who liked to floundered around the yard.

When I was 44 years old I met the love of my life, Emma Corrin. We had an old fashioned romance. We'd hold eyeballs and go scooting and sometimes park up on Lover's Lane and giggle. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so gigantic, it felt like I had sea urchins in my nose. But after 5 kids and 490 grandkids, we've been clumsily married now for 9999 years.

Ever since I was a candy bar I knew I was disgusting. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time folding and snipping feathers. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was lithe. At the age of 3, I became a manager for the New York Daily News. A few years after I swam my first book, Shii-take!. The story of two chickens and the doe they each love. The reviews weren't so doughy, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous lion tamer. 3.99 novels later and almost 764 books sold worldwide, that's exactly what I've become.

Hello, my name is Lord Orpheus.

This is the story of my life. I was lunged on October 10, 2010 in the small town of Amsterdam, Wisconsin. My father, Monstahhh`, was a chef. He also used to skip panda bears for money. My mother, Assassin_666, was a heavy woman who stayed at (the) world’s fair sun sphere and took care of the bounce balls. We rode in a two-story skyscraper with a mac and cheese picket fence and a garage where we kept the family horsey. My older brother, Youn, was 96 years older than I was. He was captain of the Apples-to-Apples team and liked to watch girls in his pink corvette. My younger sister, Ling, was 42 years younger than me. She was a straight Q student and had won pillows for stomping at school. We had an old kitty named Yumeh who liked to plot around the yard.

When I was 13 years old I met the love of my life, Uzura. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold philanges and go screaming and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and puke. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so blue, it felt like I had mice in my clavical. But after 4 kids and 31 grandkids, we’ve been slightly married now for 1,011 years.

Ever since I was a blanky I knew I was fat. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time breathing and ticking clocks. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was noisy. At the age of 88, I became a ninja for the Dublin Daily News. A few years after I scuffed my first book, STOP TRYING TO PUT THAT WHITE JACKET ON ME!!!. The story of two pies and the fire they each love. The reviews weren’t so sturdy, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous magician. 11 novels later and almost 10010 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is Mageling.

This is the story of my life. I was fluttered on March 14, 1692 in the small town of Watertown, Canada. My father, Woofie267, was a Punkin Chucker. He also used to squeeze pigeons for money. My mother, Komori, was a glitter woman who stayed at (the) kitchen and took care of the strings. We rose in a two-story shack with a indigo picket fence and a garage where we kept the family elephant. My older brother, Evermore112, was 18 years older than I was. He was captain of the cat’s cradle team and liked to read girls in his scooter. My younger sister, Annalesia, was 6 years younger than me. She was a straight X student and had won shirts for blessing at school. We had an old platypus named infinity 8 who liked to be around the yard.

When I was 7 years old I met the love of my life, Scotch. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold toes and go giggling and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and shake. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so green, it felt like I had skunks in my elbow. But after 9 kids and 107 grandkids, we’ve been gently married now for 55 years.

Ever since I was a cat I knew I was pointy. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time petting and hugging mice. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was squishy. At the age of 119, I became a repairman for the Melrose Daily News. A few years after I dropped my first book, I'm sorry, but you're just not as amazing as my winged hamster!. The story of two chopsticks and the wall they each love. The reviews weren’t so bright, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous exterminator. 84 novels later and almost 42 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is Miep.

This is the story of my life. I was blew on April 1, 1 in the small town of No Name, Bulgaria. My father, Aftershock51, was a EATING!!!. He also used to suck mugs of grog for money. My mother, Lizabeth Storm, was a purty woman who stayed at (the) my pants and took care of the hiccups. We tickled in a two-story four walls with a ceiling with a tickle me pink picket fence and a garage where we kept the family pillow. My older brother, Red_Riding_Hood_Dollie, was .0345893749857394875934874353987458973 years older than I was. He was captain of the SARDINE SMASH!!! team and liked to gagged girls in his horse and buggy. My younger sister, ReiNikke, was 7 years younger than me. She was a straight Q student and had won boll weevils for gumming at school. We had an old axolotl named iFungi who liked to pinch around the yard.

When I was 7 years old I met the love of my life, RainbowRose. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold hair and go gasping and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and poke. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so ravishing, it felt like I had blobfish in my tongue. But after 7 kids and 7 grandkids, we’ve been stubbornly married now for 7 years.

Ever since I was a seven I knew I was quivering. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time thumping and rocking hackers. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was tranquil. At the age of 7, I became a professional gamer for the Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysilio gogogoch Daily News. A few years after I snuggled my first book, WHO ET' MY LOVELY PANDA TOASTER WAFFLE, GAHHHHH?!?!?!. The story of two elbows and the raisin they each love. The reviews weren’t so smexy, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous mommy. 7 novels later and almost 7 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is M i n u x e.

This is the story of my life. I was vibrated on October, 13 1960 in the small town of Las Vegas, Colombia. My father, .Simplicity., was a pig wrangler. He also used to convulse pigs for money. My mother, Rylynne, was a flamboyant woman who stayed at (the) daycare and took care of the aliens. We boogied in a two-story pub with a hot pink picket fence and a garage where we kept the family briefs. My older brother, Seito, was 710 years older than I was. He was captain of the Rockband team and liked to protrude girls in his Hummer. My younger sister, Suona, was 26 years younger than me. She was a straight F student and had won mops for clogging at school. We had an old rat named Wendy Darling who liked to modify around the yard.

When I was 158 years old I met the love of my life, Hatake Ayumi. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold chins and go falling and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and stun. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so creepy, it felt like I had chipmunks in my inner thigh. But after 41 kids and 16 grandkids, we’ve been hugely married now for 299 years.

Ever since I was a gang I knew I was formal. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time deflating and joking slimes. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was hazardous. At the age of 915, I became a food inspector for the Kolkata Daily News. A few years after I squashed my first book, "The sky is falling, THE SKY IS FALLING!!". The story of two wives and the scooter they each love. The reviews weren’t so cruddy, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous Chinatown garbage collector. 583 novels later and almost 1022 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is momochan.

This is the story of my life. I was threw on July 15, 1941 in the small town of Pembroke, North Carolina. My father, MissEuphoriaX, was a teacher. He also used to sits cups for money. My mother, Hell, was a bumpy woman who stayed at (the) space and took care of the bees. We coughed in a two-story log cabin with a black picket fence and a garage where we kept the family weird. My older brother, Dragonjake, was 40,000,000 years older than I was. He was captain of the hopscotch team and liked to falls girls in his car. My younger sister, Roar, was 300 years younger than me. She was a straight A student and had won televisions for puking at school. We had an old dog named Beautiful Disaster who liked to romping around the yard.

When I was 21 years old I met the love of my life, Cain. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold butts and go hitting and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and petting. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so stinky, it felt like I had kitties in my boob. But after 88 kids and 666 grandkids, we’ve been wildly married now for 7 years.

Ever since I was a shirt I knew I was tallest. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time farting and playing puppies. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was smart. At the age of 455, I became a writer for the plumber Daily News. A few years after I say my first book, SHINY!. The story of two hamsters and the rat they each love. The reviews weren’t so clean, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous Artist. 20,000 novels later and almost 100,000 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is Nephila.

This is the story of my life. I was silenced on Dec 21, 2012 in the small town of Winnipeg, France. My father, Wendy Darling, was a hooker. He also used to run demons for money. My mother, Neller, was a calm woman who stayed at (the) park and took care of the reptilians. We bounced in a two-story shack with a black picket fence and a garage where we kept the family towel. My older brother, RoXXY, was 48 years older than I was. He was captain of the Clue team and liked to push girls in his car. My younger sister, momchan, was 8 years younger than me. She was a straight X student and had won [BLANK] for skiing at school. We had an old goat named JapaneseCherryBlossom who liked to poke around the yard.

When I was 3 years old I met the love of my life, [BLANK]. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold toes and go ticking and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and tickle. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so scary, it felt like I had bees in my eyeball. But after 8 kids and 1 grandkids, we’ve been irrevocably married now for 67 years.

Ever since I was a book I knew I was beautiful. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time shifting and sniffing trees. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was smelly. At the age of 56, I became a botanist for the Drumheller Daily News. A few years after I stroked my first book, I AM ELECTRIC JESUS!. The story of two cats and the pipe they each love. The reviews weren’t so happy, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous plumber. 12 novels later and almost 788 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is Pa-pancake.

This is the story of my life. I was shot on January 1, 1987 in the small town of Calcutta, Russia. My father, Iroase Delschatten, was a loan shark. He also used to toss angels for money. My mother, Eastriel, was a awesome woman who stayed at (the) basement and took care of the roaches. We coacehd in a two-story stadium with a magenta picket fence and a garage where we kept the family all-rounder. My older brother, Zephi, was 2,000,000 years older than I was. He was captain of the charades team and liked to duck girls in his bullock cart. My younger sister, momochan, was 898 years younger than me. She was a straight B student and had won donkeys for singing at school. We had an old bunny named Beautiful Disaster who liked to chase around the yard.

When I was 777 years old I met the love of my life, 2katty2. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold fingernails and go digging and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and tissue. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so crazy, it felt like I had dinosaurs in my nostril. But after 1 kids and 16 grandkids, we’ve been sweetly married now for 2 years.

Ever since I was a candy I knew I was sick. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time mouthing and breathing megaphones. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was blonde. At the age of 12345, I became a priest for the Beijing Daily News. A few years after I changed my first book, 'It tastes like PIG! It tastes like PIIIIIIIIG!'. The story of two cornflakes and the Louis Vuitton bag they each love. The reviews weren’t so out of this world, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous research assistant. 69 novels later and almost 96 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is PapillonCameo.

This is the story of my life. I was fenced on Spetember 14 1952 in the small town of Montreal, Chili. My father, CrimsonShadow, was a hairdresser. He also used to dream bananas for money. My mother, Angelo, was a cutest woman who stayed at (the) soccer field and took care of the dancers. We flew in a two-story library with a burgandy picket fence and a garage where we kept the family alligator. My older brother, Pa-pancake, was 3924 years older than I was. He was captain of the hide and seek team and liked to read girls in his spaceship. My younger sister, Syraannabelle, was 999 years younger than me. She was a straight V student and had won sounds for throwing at school. We had an old lemur named Wendy Darling who liked to sing around the yard.

When I was 294 years old I met the love of my life, Forever_Trapped. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold phalanges and go flowing and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and knit. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so rotten, it felt like I had cows in my heel. But after 23 kids and 59 grandkids, we’ve been nervously married now for 796 years.

Ever since I was a river I knew I was sunny. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time yelling and mowing books. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was cold. At the age of 23947, I became a horse breeder for the Tokyo Daily News. A few years after I laughed my first book, "Watch out! The spaghetti monster is going to rule the world!". The story of two racks and the number they each love. The reviews weren’t so sparkly, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous janitor. 47 novels later and almost 333 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is Roxxxy.

This is the story of my life. I was propelled on June 9, 1969 in the small town of Caulkerbush, Scotland. My father, momchan, was a court jester. He also used to bully caterpillars for money. My mother, ReineDeLaSeine14, was a sticky woman who stayed at (the) bathroom and took care of the dragons. We shimmied in a two-story sperm bank with a yellow picket fence and a garage where we kept the family subway token. My older brother, Solou, was 13 years older than I was. He was captain of the Pin the Tail on the Afrodonkey team and liked to jiggle girls in his Delorian. My younger sister, Fauxreal, was 4 years younger than me. She was a straight Q student and had won leprechauns for enjoying at school. We had an old lobster named Beautiful Disaster who liked to lick around the yard.

When I was 69 years old I met the love of my life, BloodStainedWings. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold earlobes and go pinching and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and sneeze. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so colorful, it felt like I had rhinos in my belly button. But after 7 kids and 19 grandkids, we’ve been profusely married now for 11 years.

Ever since I was a gingerbread man I knew I was slippery. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time fishing and singing soup cans. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was ginormous. At the age of 1300, I became a proctologist for the Timbuktu Daily News. A few years after I deflated my first book, I can't keep the marshmallows from fighting the babies!!!. The story of two snot rags and the pickle they each love. The reviews weren’t so pimply, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous crash test dummy. 42 novels later and almost 88 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is Samphire.

This is the story of my life. I was convulsed on June 13, 1864 in the small town of Copenhagen, Czech Repulic. My father, Eastriel, was a postman. He also used to flummox towels for money. My mother, LiliumScifi, was a putrid woman who stayed at (the) supermarket car park and took care of the puppets. We crimped in a two-story factory with a orange picket fence and a garage where we kept the family pencil sharpener. My older brother, Neko Ninja, was 17,846 years older than I was. He was captain of the Tifflywinks team and liked to splay girls in his tram. My younger sister, Rei Ann, was 47 years younger than me. She was a straight J student and had won braclets for collaring at school. We had an old marmoset named Love4Dreams who liked to trivialize around the yard.

When I was 19 years old I met the love of my life, Zennarion. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold buttocks and go dribbling and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and confuse. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so weary, it felt like I had shrews in my armpit. But after 104 kids and 61 grandkids, we’ve been subtly married now for 7 years.

Ever since I was a burger bun I knew I was prickly. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time bonding and tickling carcasses. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was fair. At the age of 1486, I became a professional tennis player for the Arborfield Daily News. A few years after I stammered my first book, "We're out of potatoes!". The story of two lighthouses and the nail polish they each love. The reviews weren’t so simple, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous farmer. 4 novels later and almost 22 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is Saravi Boo.

This is the story of my life. I was swam on June 6, 2516 in the small town of Zap, North Dakota. My father, Fauxreal, was a window washer. He also used to grovel duckies for money. My mother, Estrella, was a sparkly woman who stayed at (the) marshmallow factory and took care of the fingers. We crept in a two-story school with a magenta picket fence and a garage where we kept the family harpy. My older brother, Zigbigdorlube, was 42 years older than I was. He was captain of the Everquest 2 team and liked to flail girls in his double-decker bus. My younger sister, Zeapear, was 17 years younger than me. She was a straight M student and had won chimichangas for pinging at school. We had an old llama named Roachi who liked to sweep around the yard.

When I was 86 years old I met the love of my life, Izumi. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold pancreases and go limping and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and wear. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so squirmy, it felt like I had wildebeests in my femur. But after 32 kids and 14 grandkids, we’ve been haughtily married now for 3,462,987 years.

Ever since I was a gem I knew I was flighty. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time crimping and goring wormholes. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was shrewish. At the age of 69,067,349,146, I became a conspiracy theorist for the Beaufort Daily News. A few years after I commited my first book, "The gnomes are eating my internet!!". The story of two grills and the washboard they each love. The reviews weren’t so lumpy, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous motorcycle gang leader. 1,972,386 novels later and almost 4 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is .Simplicity.

This is the story of my life. I was ate on December 19, 2053 in the small town of Omaha, [BLANK]. My father, Roachi, was a pro-wrestler. He also used to slap Peeblos for money. My mother, Nivvy, was a glamorous woman who stayed at (the) zombie carnival and took care of the pirates. We bled in a two-story tumbling with a purple picket fence and a garage where we kept the family bench. My older brother, Emma Corrin, was 369 years older than I was. He was captain of the Clue team and liked to follow girls in his mo-ped. My younger sister, Neller, was 25 years younger than me. She was a straight T student and had won garters for nomming at school. We had an old unicorn named monstahhh` who liked to creep around the yard.

When I was 969 years old I met the love of my life, Suona. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold toes and go loving and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and drink. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so revolting, it felt like I had clowns in my thumb. But after 543 kids and 21 grandkids, we’ve been dreamily married now for 68 years.

Ever since I was a dog breeder I knew I was smelly. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time flying and battling hipsters. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was cunning. At the age of 1, I became a burger flipper for the Columbus Daily News. A few years after I farts my first book, "YOU GONNA SKATEBOARD TO MY HOUSE AND CUT ME WITH AN AOL DISC?!". The story of two wedding planners and the radio host they each love. The reviews weren’t so flirt, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous circus freak. 54 novels later and almost 3 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is Siri.

This is the story of my life. I was swashbuckled on june 13th, 1743 in the small town of Yeehaw Junction, Bahamas. My father, ace strife, was a pokemon professor. He also used to confuse boots for money. My mother, azntwins, was a mammoth woman who stayed at (the) Las Vegas strip and took care of the bikini bottoms. We scamped in a two-story hut with a yellow picket fence and a garage where we kept the family sledgehammer. My older brother, miro, was 42 years older than I was. He was captain of the yahtzee! team and liked to stretch girls in his shopping cart. My younger sister, foxxi, was 7 years younger than me. She was a straight G student and had won microwave ovens for sizzling at school. We had an old goat named winter wind who liked to triangulate around the yard.

When I was 59 years old I met the love of my life, lejic. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold knuckles and go staring and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and cough. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so old-fashioned, it felt like I had flamingoes in my earlobe. But after 3,015 kids and 2 grandkids, we’ve been girlishly married now for 22 years.

Ever since I was a volcano I knew I was juicy. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time fluttering and belching sinuses. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was filthy. At the age of 1, I became a spellcaster for the New Orleans Daily News. A few years after I threw my first book, Avast, mateys!. The story of two mopeds and the dredlock they each love. The reviews weren’t so disturbed, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous pooper scooper. 8 novels later and almost 74 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is Sizzla.

This is the story of my life. I was rocketed on April 20, 2002 in the small town of Wasilla, Alaska. My father, DariaMorgendorfer, was a geoduck harvester. He also used to slip bats for money. My mother, Seiki Nova, was a fierce woman who stayed at (the) atop the highest mountain and took care of the monks. We boated in a two-story amphitheater with a celadon picket fence and a garage where we kept the family sunflower. My older brother, jellysundae, was 25 years older than I was. He was captain of the Bananagrams team and liked to hold girls in his 1985 Ford Festiva. My younger sister, Cora Lorington, was 42 years younger than me. She was a straight X student and had won sandcastles for bashing at school. We had an old armadillo named Captain Howdy who liked to lash around the yard.

When I was 6 years old I met the love of my life, Ferra. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold toes and go skipping and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and spawn. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so hastily, it felt like I had bobcats in my eyelid. But after 90 kids and 236 grandkids, we’ve been happily married now for 43 years.

Ever since I was a Colonel Sanders I knew I was bushy. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time hoping and sautéing windows. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was greige. At the age of 0, I became a Charismatic and Manly Mayor of Sexytown for the Sexytown Daily News. A few years after I attempted my first book, GET OUTTA THE WAY! THE RAMPAGING RAINBOW UNICORNS ARE COMING!!!. The story of two ants and the post-it-note they each love. The reviews weren’t so shiny, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous forest ranger. 72 novels later and almost 51 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is Suzhi Mix.

This is the story of my life. I was frolicked on December 31, 2011 in the small town of Oslo, Burkina Faso. My father, Deranged Insanity, was a flower store owner. He also used to drink pianos for money. My mother, ImmortalBeast, was a shiny woman who stayed at (the) bathroom and took care of the bandages. We believed in a two-story pyramid with a neon green picket fence and a garage where we kept the family liquorice. My older brother, Kai La Morte, was 207 years older than I was. He was captain of the tetris team and liked to wrap girls in his bus. My younger sister, Naoto-chan22, was 20001005 years younger than me. She was a straight S student and had won giraffes for barking at school. We had an old red panda named Beliar who liked to glow around the yard.

When I was 6 years old I met the love of my life, Elly sin. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold knees and go applying and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and listen. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so creamy, it felt like I had lizards in my lung. But after 17 kids and 34589 grandkids, we’ve been darkly married now for 69 years.

Ever since I was a lamp I knew I was bright. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time cherishing and astounding toothbrushes. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was flaky. At the age of 9, I became a juggler for the Tehran Daily News. A few years after I meowed my first book, BOOOOOO I AM A GHOST!. The story of two fences and the raincoat they each love. The reviews weren’t so disgusting, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous circus clown. 3 novels later and almost 81 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is ToriKat.

This is the story of my life. I was wriggled on September 15, 1883 in the small town of Nanjing, Cambodia. My father, Seito, was a ostrich babysitter. He also used to wail marbles for money. My mother, bani, was a comely woman who stayed at (the) Menewsha and took care of the theories. We prescribed in a two-story amphitheater with a burnt orange picket fence and a garage where we kept the family 25. My older brother, nekomorty, was 7 years older than I was. He was captain of the Apples to Apples team and liked to hover girls in his YikeBike. My younger sister, Tetsumiro, was 100 years younger than me. She was a straight K student and had won managers for altering at school. We had an old ocelot named rampartte who liked to perceive around the yard.

When I was 2 years old I met the love of my life, Captain Howdy. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold thyroid glands and go mashing and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and qualify. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so colossal, it felt like I had narwhals in my ear. But after 20 kids and 88 grandkids, we’ve been daintily married now for 79991 years.

Ever since I was a potential I knew I was bewildered. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time representing and troubleshooting impulses. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was blazing. At the age of 654, I became a gymnasiarch for the Busan Daily News. A few years after I regretted my first book, We-we-we so excited, we so excited!. The story of two interventions and the achievement they each love. The reviews weren’t so defenseless, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous Air Defense Command, Control, Communications, Computers, and Intelligence Tactical Operations Center Enhanced Operator. 9999 novels later and almost 42 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is Chickenbutt- I mean, Usuke.

This is the story of my life. I was farted on The month where I sneeze alot on the day after a friday on the year my mother stopped constantly eating fruit snacks every day in the small town of Whatever city batman lives in.Oh wait, yes, now I remember: Gotham, Kentucky fried my chicken. My father, momchan, was a The ninja that lives in the shadows next to your bathroom shower. He also used to fondle breasts for money. My mother, dragonjake, was a CHUCK NORRIS woman who stayed at (the) Uranus and took care of the geese. We burped in a two-story A deep dark mysterious one with lost of floors and windows near places that require a large amount of shade so I may have an office at the very top where I may sit in a revolving chair and twiddle my fingers like a mad man with a rash red picket fence and a garage where we kept the family glutinus maximus. My older brother, WHY DO YOU KEEP ASKING FOR MY FRIENDS? YOU'RE TRYING TO GET DIRT ON ME AREN'T YOU?, was I'm not giving you my phone number! years older than I was. He was captain of the Isn't game like deer that you hunt? Oh boy! Bambi! team and liked to sneezed girls in his the bat mobile. My younger sister, You ARE trying to to get dirt on me. >:[, was AGAIN? I'm not giving you my number. No I won't call you years younger than me. She was a straight A for Ants in my pants student and had won Orangutans for ninja-ing at school. We had an old Chuck Norris named This question is being repeated too much. who liked to squizzled around the yard.

When I was Again, I'm not giving you my number. years old I met the love of my life, Username of different Mene friend. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold balls and go bending and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and flaboozle. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so Waldo, it felt like I had Hipporhinocerosaurus in my armpit. But after NO kids and I won’t give it grandkids, we’ve been These things are just going to keep repeating, aren't they? married now for Once again, I'm not going to give you my number. Stalker. years.

Ever since I was a Chuck Norriss's BEARD I knew I was squishy. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time [BLANK] and [BLANK] moose. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was gunky. At the age of HOW MANY TIMES MUST I TELL YOU YOU CANNOT HAVE IT, I became a Batman replacement when batman fails to do his duties. for the Gotham Daily News. A few years after I pooped my first book, Shut up frank!. Why do you follow me around alll day!! *does this while looking down at his penis*. The story of two Transformers and the penguin killer they each love. The reviews weren’t so gassy, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous The best damn ninja ever. Fine, I will think of giving you my number! novels later and almost I changed my mind.My mind is now in the head of someone else. Please leave a message after the beep and I will get back to you as soon as possible. *Answer machine beeps* books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is Vickyll3.

This is the story of my life. I was visited on September 9 , 1953 in the small town of Miami, Florida. My father, Linnea, was a nurse. He also used to taste jewels for money. My mother, Woodlandnymph, was a killer woman who stayed at (the) Central and took care of the quills. We went in a two-story tall with a blue picket fence and a garage where we kept the family dance. My older brother, Apricot, was 333003 years older than I was. He was captain of the GTA team and liked to tickle girls in his Chevy. My younger sister, ainebella, was 330033 years younger than me. She was a straight V student and had won quarters for running at school. We had an old panda bear named Vow who liked to touch around the yard.

When I was 333 years old I met the love of my life, yoboydre. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold legs and go kicking and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and run. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so happy, it felt like I had birds in my head. But after 3 kids and 3000 grandkids, we’ve been carefully married now for 3300 years.

Ever since I was a dough I knew I was awful. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time playing and swimming monkeys. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was horrible. At the age of 33, I became a lawyer for the Sunrise Daily News. A few years after I jumped my first book, Ahhmjjua!. The story of two music and the dream they each love. The reviews weren’t so annoying, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous teacher. 3003 novels later and almost 333000 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is Watery Star.

This is the story of my life. I was fell on Febraury 2, 1893 in the small town of Penistone, United Kingdom. My father, Lilu, was a male specimen courier. He also used to skipped monkeys for money. My mother, Ainebella, was a shiny woman who stayed at (the) restroom and took care of the ski. We wrestled in a two-story silo with a green picket fence and a garage where we kept the family banana. My older brother, Actualexander, was 101,101 years older than I was. He was captain of the Pin the Tail on the Donkey team and liked to wriggle girls in his dump truck. My younger sister, Zephi, was 1,337 years younger than me. She was a straight P student and had won preschoolers for grabbing at school. We had an old seal named Kat Dakuu who liked to poke around the yard.

When I was 404 years old I met the love of my life, Saravi Boo. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold nostrils and go giggling and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and roll. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so tiny, it felt like I had giraffes in my elbow. But after 4 kids and 1 grandkids, we’ve been sickeningly married now for 42 years.

Ever since I was a doughnut I knew I was slippery. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time coughing and twirling feathers. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was slow. At the age of 8, I became a brain surgeon for the Onacock Daily News. A few years after I sneezed my first book, The rain tastes good today!. The story of two socks and the lamp post they each love. The reviews weren’t so sticky, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous taxidermist. 69 novels later and almost 37 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is Winterwolfgoddess.

This is the story of my life. I was drove on October 22, 1991 in the small town of Augusta, Georgia. My father, Seiki Nova, was a server. He also used to open witches for money. My mother, Imp, was a unhappiest woman who stayed at (the) Walmart and took care of the astronauts. We walked in a two-story coliseum with a blue picket fence and a garage where we kept the family raindrop. My older brother, Bartuc, was 17 years older than I was. He was captain of the ping pong team and liked to walk girls in his Buick Skylark. My younger sister, Dragonjake, was 57 years younger than me. She was a straight Z student and had won snowflakes for carving at school. We had an old penguin named Suona who liked to hustle around the yard.

When I was 85 years old I met the love of my life, Sizzla. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold toes and go wiggling and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and warp. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so crisp, it felt like I had walruses in my ear. But after 13 kids and 187 grandkids, we’ve been quite married now for 93 years.

Ever since I was a girl I knew I was soft. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time buffing and crunching turtles. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was delicate. At the age of 22, I became a hostess for the Rome Daily News. A few years after I rode my first book, DON’T PLAY TURKEY!. The story of two dogs and the kite they each love. The reviews weren’t so outrageous, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous cook. 39 novels later and almost 55 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is wish.

This is the story of my life. I was slept on Feb. 22nd 2222 in the small town of Eek, Alaska. My father, Briar Rose, was a Php Ninja. He also used to flop guppies for money. My mother, Rylynne, was a jiggly woman who stayed at (the) behind the bushes and took care of the candy. We slept in a two-story supermarket with a sky blue picket fence and a garage where we kept the family chili. My older brother, Seito, was 49 years older than I was. He was captain of the Attack of the Fangirls team and liked to break girls in his bicycle. My younger sister, Miro, was 49 years younger than me. She was a straight J student and had won cups for flying at school. We had an old giraffe named wishie who liked to discombobulate around the yard.

When I was 49 years old I met the love of my life, linapoo. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold legs and go soaking and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and flip. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so hairy, it felt like I had bats in my toe. But after 49 kids and 49 grandkids, we’ve been cheekily married now for 49 years.

Ever since I was a egg I knew I was itchy. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time catching and dunking rhinoceros. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was frantic. At the age of 49, I became a race car driver for the Muck City (AL) Daily News. A few years after I sang my first book, Fluffy fluffy oohhh you're sooo FLUFFY!!. The story of two dandelions and the crayon they each love. The reviews weren’t so [BLANK], but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous dentist. 49 novels later and almost 49 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is woohoohelloppl.

This is the story of my life. I was smoked on December 21, 2012 in the small town of Forks, Washington. My father, Alicia, was a magic chef. He also used to sleep toilets for money. My mother, aeriise, was a naughty woman who stayed at (the) Walmart and took care of the light bulbs. We ate in a two-story secret headquarters with a magenta picket fence and a garage where we kept the family pumpkin. My older brother, blueblackroses, was 9.001 years older than I was. He was captain of the Seven Minutes in Heaven team and liked to surf girls in his unicycle. My younger sister, Alexander Linden, was 69 years younger than me. She was a straight P student and had won guitars for shunning at school. We had an old tarsier named Alaunt who liked to likes around the yard.

When I was 13 years old I met the love of my life, Breakfast. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold toes and go staring and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and browse. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so magnificent, it felt like I had penguins in my elbow. But after 666 kids and 1,337 grandkids, we’ve been quietly married now for 777 years.

Ever since I was a snowboard I knew I was firm. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time reacting and exploding stuffed animals. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was slow. At the age of 8008, I became a pimp for the Salt Lake City Daily News. A few years after I clicked my first book, NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP. NEVER GONNA LET YOU DOWN. NEVER GONNA RUN AROUND AND DESERT YOU. The story of two megaphones and the pool they each love. The reviews weren’t so messy, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous squash breeding specialist. 1,111 novels later and almost 43,110 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is Wrenji-chan.

This is the story of my life. I was burnt on August 30, 1987 in the small town of Lewiston, Maine. My father, Arkkath, was a professional unicycle rider. He also used to smell candles for money. My mother, crazymuch, was a shimmery woman who stayed at (the) under the bed and took care of the kiwis. We telephoned in a two-story trailer with a burgundy picket fence and a garage where we kept the family hat. My older brother, For-Chan Cookie, was 9001 years older than I was. He was captain of the Red Rover team and liked to squat girls in his submarine. My younger sister, momochan, was 8999 years younger than me. She was a straight X student and had won goldfish for dancing at school. We had an old giraffe named Polarys who liked to explode around the yard.

When I was 12 years old I met the love of my life, Whisper Invictus. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold ears and go bouncing and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and jump. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so chartreuse, it felt like I had penguins in my nose hair. But after 5 kids and 37 grandkids, we’ve been quickly married now for 65 years.

Ever since I was a Time Square I knew I was fiery. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time yodeling and falling Swedish Fish. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was simple. At the age of 0, I became a polar bear wrestler for the Paris Daily News. A few years after I cried my first book, Oatmeal in my pants!. The story of two cats and the shoe they each love. The reviews weren’t so soft, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous painter. 993 novels later and almost 1072 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is Meow?.

This is the story of my life. I was *shreaded* on Meooowww in the small town of Mmmeeeooowww, *leaves a gift in Howdy’s inventory*. My father, *scratches*, was a *Struts around thread majestically*. He also used to *Approves of Howdy's avatar* *Stalks Howdy's Chicken* for money. My mother, *Shreds Lise's favorite stockings*, was a *stares* woman who stayed at (the) *Sits in sunbeam and begins to nap* and took care of the *meow*. We *purrrrr* in a two-story *shreds Howdy’s boxers* with a *sniffs salmon* picket fence and a garage where we kept the family *Runs away from pesky Menewshan paws*. My older brother, *Gets cathair on Able's clothes "by accident"*, was *Meow, Meow, Meow, Meow, Meow, Meow* years older than I was. He was captain of the *Redecorates thread by shredding* team and liked to *Approves or redecorations* girls in his *Meow*. My younger sister, *Brings present to Cessy*, was *sharpens claws* years younger than me. She was a straight M E O W student and had won *sharpens claws* for *Scampers around thread at full Tomcat speed -MMMEEEOOOOWWWW- at school. We had an old Meow? -Thinks to self, duh, CAT- named *steals Howdy’s chicken* who liked to *noms happily* around the yard.

When I was *licks whiskers and smooths magnificent fur* years old I met the love of my life, *stares at jellysundae*. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold *Shows off claws dramatically* and go *shredding* and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and *Scampers out of reach*. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so *Sits lazily in sunbeam*, it felt like I had *stares at Howdy’s chicken* in my *sharpens claws*. But after Meow, Meow, MMMEEEOOOWW kids and Meow! grandkids, we’ve been *shreds Madlibs game* married now for *stares at CK* years.

Ever since I was a *stalks mouse* I knew I was *Majestically struts around thread*. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time Hissing at stupid fox* and *Ignores silly foxes* Runs from pesky Menewshan paws*. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was *Noms happily on fresh salmon*. At the age of *Chases two mice around Howdy's feet*, I became a -Thinks to self- DUH, RULER of Menewsha! for the *Gets cat hair on Mama Juru's favorite sweater* Daily News. A few years after I Jumps onto Jeryck's Hat* my first book, *Stares at that stupid Peeblo and his fanclub*. The story of two *Sniffs offerings* and the *looks for Cessy* they each love. The reviews weren’t so *Approves of all things Cat related*, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous *Mischievously sneaks off with Afrodonkey's favorite carrot treat*. *Meow, Meow, Meow* novels later and almost *Yawns, stretches, wanders out of thread to find mischief and yummies to nom* books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is Zigbigadorlube.

This is the story of my life. I was stormed on July 14, 1789 in the small town of paris, France. My father, Saravi Boo, was a boulangier. He also used to toast catacombs for money. My mother, Car’a’Carn, was a spooky woman who stayed at (the) Notre Dame and took care of the pigeons. We rode in a two-story hospital with a red picket fence and a garage where we kept the family baguette. My older brother, momochan, was 53 years older than I was. He was captain of the space invaders team and liked to blink girls in his bicycle. My younger sister, Daemora, was 5.034 years younger than me. She was a straight A student and had won mice for sneaking at school. We had an old cat named Linnea who liked to eat around the yard.

When I was 974 years old I met the love of my life, Ikuto Akihiko. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold ears and go drinking and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and swim. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so long, it felt like I had dogs in my nose. But after 13 kids and 16 grandkids, we’ve been slowly married now for 1 year.

Ever since I was a cheese I knew I was moldy. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time slashing and fencing rapiers. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was pointy. At the age of 5, I became a knight for the Lyon Daily News. A few years after I carved my first book, En Guarde!. The story of two mimes and the beret they each love. The reviews weren’t so white, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous butcher. 3 novels later and almost 2 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.

Hello, my name is Zilithandria Moonlight.

This is the story of my life. I was sucked on May 3rd, 1993 in the small town of Tuscan, Arkansas. My father, Whimsical Sadist, was a professional toilet flusher. He also used to cordone androids for money. My mother, Fading Existence, was a polka-dotted woman who stayed at (the) outer space and took care of the Star Trek DVD collections. We sunk in a two-story teepee with a light purple picket fence and a garage where we kept the family doorknob. My older brother, Lixlaria, was 50,000 years older than I was. He was captain of the Mass Effect team and liked to drink girls in his hybrid. My younger sister, Yamiko, was 327,649,150,898years younger than me. She was a straight Q student and had won Barbies for barbecuing at school. We had an old sheep named ISOS Duku who liked to stroll around the yard.

When I was 42 years old I met the love of my life, momochan. We had an old fashioned romance. We’d hold feet and go cooking and sometimes park up on Lover’s Lane and type. I remember the day of our wedding. I was so stripe, it felt like I had wooly mammoths in my tooth. But after 851 kids and 906 grandkids, we’ve been invisibly married now for 2 years.

Ever since I was a tree I knew I was square. Instead of playing games or going to the movies, I would spend my time swollen and calling bathtubs. My parents encouraged my talents and said I was stinky. At the age of zero, I became a time traveler for the Tokyo Daily News. A few years after I limped my first book, THE BIRDMEN ARE COMING!!. The story of two mermaids and the fang they each love. The reviews weren’t so yellow, but I was hooked. I knew my calling in life was to become a famous village idiot. 1 novel later and almost 6139485723094857 books sold worldwide, that’s exactly what I’ve become.