Playing Cards With the Monster

posted Dec 3, 2013, 5:45 AM by Unknown user   [ updated Dec 3, 2013, 5:45 AM by Unknown user ]
So I wanted to talk about the monster under my bed. Sometimes I'm friends with him and other times not. He kinda has slimy hands, but I got over it after the first month. Sometimes we play cards. He always beats me in President. Somehow I'm always the bum. I beat hi once though and he threatened to eat my goldfish. Man, why am I his friend? He's only mean to me. Hmm... I got it! I going to eat him, before he eats poor Mr. Swims-a-lot. Even though he's not real, I have a very good imagination for having this strange idea.
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