Disclaimer: I don't own monopoly or Ruthy, unlike Satan.
PLEASE R/R!!!!
THE TRUTH
We at truth recently investigated the demon of board games: Milton Bradley.
We have found a deep hole of evil: human sacrifices, child slavery, and subliminal messages in the so called game of 'Monopoly.'
I am betting that when you bought your three year old child the game Monopoly you did not know the evil you were unleashing upon your innocent children's soul. YOU WILL FIND OUT SOON!
Mary and Bobby Joe Susansmilles bought there young child a Monopoly game for Christmas. It started out normal. Then, one day:
"Mommy let's play monopoly!" Little Ruthy skipped over to the counter where her mother was cooking a triple fudge chocolate cake.
Mary smiled at her daughter. "Oh, sweetie, we can't play today! I'm baking a cake!"
"I don't care! I DON'T WANT A CAKE!! I WANT TO PLAY MONOPOLY!"
Mary frowned in confusion. Her sweet little daughter didn't usually scream. And why were her eyes glowing bright red? Oh well, it was probably just the light.
"Ok, Ruthy! As long I get to be the puppy."
They went and played all day. Ruthy wouldn't, no- she couldn't stop! Mary was scared. What was wrong with her daughter? Then it happened.
"Mommy, what's this thing on my forehead?"
"Let me see, it's probably just dirt."
Mary looked at her daughter's forehead and gasped with shock. The numbers 6-6-6 were clearly visible on her pale skin.
TBC!!!!! PLEASE R/R!!!
PLEASE R/R!!!!
THE TRUTH
We at truth recently investigated the demon of board games: Milton Bradley.
We have found a deep hole of evil: human sacrifices, child slavery, and subliminal messages in the so called game of 'Monopoly.'
I am betting that when you bought your three year old child the game Monopoly you did not know the evil you were unleashing upon your innocent children's soul. YOU WILL FIND OUT SOON!
Mary and Bobby Joe Susansmilles bought there young child a Monopoly game for Christmas. It started out normal. Then, one day:
"Mommy let's play monopoly!" Little Ruthy skipped over to the counter where her mother was cooking a triple fudge chocolate cake.
Mary smiled at her daughter. "Oh, sweetie, we can't play today! I'm baking a cake!"
"I don't care! I DON'T WANT A CAKE!! I WANT TO PLAY MONOPOLY!"
Mary frowned in confusion. Her sweet little daughter didn't usually scream. And why were her eyes glowing bright red? Oh well, it was probably just the light.
"Ok, Ruthy! As long I get to be the puppy."
They went and played all day. Ruthy wouldn't, no- she couldn't stop! Mary was scared. What was wrong with her daughter? Then it happened.
"Mommy, what's this thing on my forehead?"
"Let me see, it's probably just dirt."
Mary looked at her daughter's forehead and gasped with shock. The numbers 6-6-6 were clearly visible on her pale skin.
TBC!!!!! PLEASE R/R!!!