Maddy Dave
Owners of the universe

Childronyms. I'm funny.  

I love hax. What a cool saying. I wish I could marry it. We’d have little acronyms. Acrokids. Childronyms. Yeah, I like that. Childronyms. Who doesn’t want a childronym?
“Come here lol. You too rofl. Go away zing, no one likes you.”
Ha that’s irony right there. I zinged the word zing. Go me, yeah! I fucking rule. Who else can say they zinged the word zing? No one. I rule.
So what are you doing here? Reading an article? Nice. I like articles. This one is really stupid.
That’s it. I’m going to out random Thilo.
To rofl is to know a guy called Rolf.
Anyone been to topiatopia? It’s pretty shitty. There are little balls of dung everywhere.

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That’s a break. I’ll be right back. <brb>




































































I’m back. Sorry that took so long bitches. But I had to think of something to call you. After 390 years, I came up with bitches. Pretty bitching eh? Eh? Yeah.

I got my mum to read this site. She doesn’t like it. She says something about me being able to write a whole lot better. So I suppose I’ll do that.
Here’s a little story I composed.

ME ARE BUMBELLBEE!

Ok.

Umm… I need to write something good… Even though I have a site full of good things. Goddamn nigga.

Ok. How about rape? No. that’d be a bad idea.

Ok here we go. This will be really shitty. Bear with me.

I once belonged to the prison of partnership. Long did I believe it was anything but a prison. I was contained within walls of sickly love and ill sweet romance. Being fed sweet nothings and feeding sweet daisies, consuming kind words spoken for kind reasons. A lovers embrace starts the day and ends the day.
Oh what joy it was. Until reality hit. I saw a glimpse of the world without the dependence of the heart. I was without her for a day, and in that day I realized I was better without her clutches.
The cold biting winds of the outside world are stinging, but lively. It made me feel more alive than “being in love” ever did.

OK THAT’S IT! I’m ending this well written bullshit before it’s too fucking late. I already feel a massive clit growing. Oh wait that’s my cock. Still, this is bullshit. Fuck being well written. People make that assumption on my content.
People should be able to look past my writing content and look to my writing style.

On that note, who ever horsed a scumbag on Wednesday? Fucks sake.

Skee biddle nigga.
Enjoy the cream, it’s pure milk. Milk of my penis ha ha
I wins.
















Kbye.