Once there was a boy named Greg. He liked to wollow in mud and sing on the toilet. He was My
imaginary friend. One day he died and I went to his funeral and on his tomb stone it said, "In loving
memory of Reubens imaginary friend, Greg Bloomy. RIP."
The End.
By Reuben and Greg Bloomy....
Greg didn't really die in the making of this story.
Greg didn't really die in the making of this story.
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7 comments:
i like ur story
Great story! Keep up the good work!
hi
Hey, Doc. I have been the Blog Police and taken two vidoes off of your blog.
Remember to keep your blog a place that you would be happy for anyone to see, including me and your parents.
Hi Reuben,
I know who u r, but do u know who i am?
Hi
oooooooooooooooooooo ruben tessa has put a comment on nearly all of ur posts ;} deleat dis if u wont im just messing with ya LOL
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