Iz lyk hadded nitemare innit. I woz lyk uphowldin the law of gavvity n keeepin my baskit from flyin up in th air …. n vis lyk reeely pritty laydy coms along. She sez lyk …. oooh jag i wonts yor boddddy ….. wontz t hav yor baybiz. It wer ded lyk embarrisin innit …. she wer fulll of whoremoans n stuff.
So I lyk jus shuttt my eeeys n pretended i wernt ther.
Nex fing sheeez ther n haz baybys wiv er. They int lyk orringe lyk me but they showtin “DAAAAAAAAAAAAADy”.
Soot wer lyk sniggggring on th settteeee. She iz lyk saying dooode they yors ….. we iz mooovin in nex dor ……
accidental fosterer 