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An autobiography
(AKA: An exaggerated list of grievances filed against Danny)
__ I came forth out of Danny's womb.
__ Yes, that's right, the same Danny that run's this acursed Puuba Palace.
Danny had a drawn out, sordid affair with a pink plastic lawn flamingo, and behold, I emerged, set to take over the world.
__ More on that later. You see, I have some issues with Danny that I need to bring into the light. They stem from his coldness towards my father and me.
__ How bitterly I recall how often I ran to Danny crying "Mother! Mother it's raining outside! You can't leave Papa out there, he'll catch his death of cold!"
__ And Danny, the heartless bitch, continued carving those stupid little wooden figurines with the gargantuan genitalia, deaf to my pleas.
__ Oh, how I hate my mother.
__ That's right, Danny, I HATE YOU. I hate you and all the boyfriends that you brought home, in your slut's makeup, and your slut's clothing, and... AND YOUR SLUT'S PUUBA! *SOB* *cry* *whimper* *sniffle*
__ ...Poor father... he never eats. Every day I bring him a fresh sumo wrestler. They just pile up uneaten, slowly rotting.
__ Danny... Danny, why don't you love Father? ...Why don't you love me?
By Jenny
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