So there i was just chilling because ive done all my college work basically WHEN
I remember a story from long ago where a women was sitting on a park bench, with hair in her mouth, with a dog. I remembered the passion but yet at the same time contempt i felt at that story! It made me feel weird. But i remembered i liked it. and elinor said she didn't. So i thought eeeey eyyyyyy eyyyyyy! I want to recreate that...
There was once an old lady, who had hair in her mouth. It was because she licked dogs and she liked it so it was okay. she lived in a park which had always been her home as her mother and father were swans in the nearby lake. Nobody really quite understood how this old lady came to be an old lady but please stop ruining the continuity of my story. Its totally uncalled for.
So when this old lady went to her favourite park bench and sat. She enjoyed the scenary very much, even though it was very dull, quite like her dog. Her dog was a horrible dog called Jess and it looked fifty even though its only 13 or something. The dog was horrible because it fucking eats her fucking easter eggs even though you know you earnt that easter EGG WHY DO YOU WANT TO DESTROY MY LIFE DOG? The old lady pulled out her mini television, it played:
Old tramp hair lady, the next chapter
Follow old hair mouth lady along the ups and downs of what its like to actually live in a park, quite like a park around your area, it would be very uncomfortable to live in a park like this.
Through the keyhole with lloyd grossman tomato and chilli sauce – who lives in a house like this? (old hair mouth lady )
CHAPTER TWO
The old tramp lady was scared when suddenly out of nowhere a giant octopus appeared. She was more upset about the fact they had portrayed her in a poor light. Her last name was Douglas, how could they not know that?
CHAPTER THREE
Her favourite song is "I want to break free" by Queen, which she religiously listens to when shes crawling up the gates of the park trying to scare the young passers-by. Then she died.
So, the moral of this tragic tale is:
Don't live in a park
This is dedicated to my friend elinor because she is lovely.