Dear, Disney. When Elmo isn’t ticklish, and Pooh Bear hates honey. When Tigger stops bouncing, and Goofy isn’t funny. When Peter Pan can’t fly, and Simba never roars. When Alice in Wonderland can’t fit through tiny doors. When Dumbo’s ears are small, and happily ever after isn’t true…That’s when I’ll stop loving you.
early in the morning before i woke up..
someone send coconut..
it’s not like 4 or 5 coconut..but, it’s like 40 coconut..
hahaha..soo many..the coconut is from kota marudu..
I entered my house to take a parang..
i went out back to take a coconut and try to cut it with the parang..
i’m so scared because that’s is the first time in my life using parang..
when, i cut the coconut..i feel like the parang want to hit my hand..
but, it’s not like i feel…
i’m successful cut the coconut waithout any injured..
but, i don’t want to do that again..
because…I DON’T WANT ANYMORE..!
You’re not related to Oli Sykes, I will not bring you the horizon. I highly doubt you wear prada. You aren’t and never will be the sickest kid. You did not wrestle a bear once. What are you going to do if I do shout never? I can guarantee you’re not a scary kid, and you’re most certainly not scaring kids. You never killed the prom queen. I don’t want to panic! at your disco. Last time I checked, you cant escape the fate. You’re not in wonderland..