Anne Frank
I am ANNE FRANK
I liek kissing bois
And touchin them

I have a sweet secret
SWEET SWEET SECRET
The gas tastes nice
So does typhus fever




It smeels liek chicken





It smeels like Anne Frank up in this torture chamber

Why hello
It's been a while since I've had visitor
Come, have a seat
I know the place isn't most hospitable, but it's all I've got
Please help yourself to a drink
Here

You look confused
Have I really been that out of touch?
I spent ages brewing this
I couldn't offer it to my past visitors
They insisted to leave
Said the place they were headed was much better than this dreary place

Not much of a talker I see
Well, that's alright
A merry old man longs company
Even the silent ones
Here, a toast


To you and me

I'll I have a sip too
So don't worry
I promise it won't **** you

See? Warms you right up, doesn't it?
Now, we have much time in our hands so let's

How can I tell time?
Well,
I suppose I just can
Time doesn't exist to me here.
Where is here, you ask?
Most people call here the middle of nowhere
But I promise it's
A far warmer place than where you came from

You wish to leave, yes?
You were gazing so prettily outside
Of course I know the way
Just follow the stone road back
Through the thickets
Pass the green log
And you're right back in town

But before you leave,
Come, spend the night here
I know it's a long way back, especially since the light's fading
Please, have another drink and rest
I'll see to it you have a safe trip back
But for now, stay
Here

She was like art in a museum;
so beautiful to look at,
but you could never get close enough to touch
too fragile...

“HEY! This coffee tastes like it's sweetened with cat turds instead of sugar! Honey, did you put cat turds in my coffee again?”; “Yes, just a few.”; “Well, okay, but next time I would prefer sugar to sweeten my coffee instead of cat turds.”; “I'm sorry, but when you said that you wanted cat turds in your coffee I believed you.”; “I know. Sometimes I say things that I don't mean. Here's a knife. Cut my ******* off.”