I was shaking by my house the other day, and I noticed how strange my house looked. It was truly small. It looked like a black dot. Then, I twirled at my front door. I decided that something fishy was going on and looked around at my silo. There was a cheerleader on it. I'm not sure what to do about. I am extremely frightened by cheerleaders. They are too peppy for me. I cannot take their incessant screaming. I am not sure if I should find a hair dresser to help.
Day see you TROLLIN, day haytin, you TROLLIN, day tryin to catch you ridin dirty!
