This is my story, children.

Gather round children, and take your dicks out, this is my story. One day I sat in the streets poor and alone, without a penny with which to buy OJ juice. As I sat there and wept, there passed by me RTZ, with a cocky grin, his beautiful 11 year old skin, a new EG Tshirt, and 850 GPM. I looked up at his face and knew that EE-Kami had sent me a saviour. RTZ looked down upon me in pty, and saw that I could not URN Reel Moni. As RTZ digged his eyes caught my only possession in the world, my dead grandma's null tally. Suddenly his once childlike face flared with rage, and his eyes burned with fire of 1000 Pheonix ults. He screamed, "con fucking gratys, you can build null tallys" as he pulled back his foot to kick me. Luckily, the recess bell rang at that moment, and RTZ's 3rd grade teacher made him go back inside, where he spent the rest of the day writing "I am A-God" in crayon. Pls no copy pasterino cappucino frappucino alfredo al pacino de niro pistachio fibbonachi