Dopey Monologue

My parents got my dog in 2001, (before both me and my sister were born) so he was like my brother in dog form. We called him Tori instead of Torino most of the time. Tori

I could smell English Leather shaving lotion and stale tobacco, and I wondered foolishly if I would suffocate before they did anything.

I pull up and fuck your daughter, sike nah let me stop. I ain't 21 Savage and I ain't Lil Yatchy,

In 2008, I spent the summer with my Uncle, Aunt and 2 cousins in Missouri. They picked me up at the airport, and the car ride was filled with discussion about a puppy they had just gotten 2 days prior. It was explained that my cousins wanted a dog since their friends’ family had gotten a dog recently. My Uncle, happy to oblige, stopped at a neighbor’s house one day, who was giving away puppies they could not care for, as is common in small town America. He picked out the cutest one and went on his way. The family was so happy to have “Roxy” in their home and on their farm.

Woah, woah, woah. We got a bitch ass sprog here thinking dissing someone's comment is really going to get us somewhere. You're just a little thirteen-year-old furfag, grow the fuck up already. Anyways, I was just stating the fact that just because other people are allergic to something shouldn't be the reason why something should be illegal same for folks who have asthma. Also the thing on destroying your lungs/cancer there way more other things that cause cancer, but you don't see the government trying to stop it, know do you? All the shit they put in our food cause cancer, but you don't see tons of commercials talking about how we should grow our own food or to eat better. I mean people should have the right to smoke a cigarette if they want

I see people go through there Dailey routine like they are robots They're faces have no expressions and they have no thoughts Like an assembly line they organize Who knows what they see If I stepped in there shoes how would I see me Are they human Do they have a brain Are they being controlled, like someone controls an animal with rains I won't ever know what it's like to not be me

Four years ago I finally got the dog I’ve always wanted. We got her at the Oshkosh Humane Society. There were two other families that wanted her,but they picked us to adopt her!

The music’s volume lowered as a familiar song was playing. A baby! It’s shrill shrieks filled the air and a group of many. Just like all new babies, they are all born with something. This new baby had a maraca, a small ball attached to a stick painted every color except green. That WAS me, but I’m not a baby. I’m 12 Earth years, whatever that place is, but let’s go back to when I was born. My parents gave birth to me like how normal people give birth. I had no name like how normal people are. Just like everyday normal people, I farmed Meeshan Blobs native to my hometown, the Green Cushion, where I farm green and yellow blobs. I was young then.

“This is where the knowledge gets dicey. My family and clan are Selkie’s and now you’re entrusted to keep our secret.”

Hunky-dory jaunted, joyfully along the sidewalk as a toe-tapping tune played in her head—‘Life is just a bowl of cherries’.

Standing in the one hundred hallway, I look across the circle of my friends and I staring at Madison's face with the annoyed look on my face, like usual. Mackie’s standing there going on and on about how amazing her life is. Today the topic is about her clothes, and how expensive they are. By the outside appearance of Mackie you would think of her as a little, cute, innocent girl, but she is very far from that. She goes on every day about how perfect her life is and never stops bragging. Okay, it's great she has a good life but she doesn't need to talk about it daily to everyone who don’t really care. You may have to get to know her to realize that she is a bragger thought, her physical appearance doesn’t show it as much.

No need to say sorry I know your an extremely busy person and thats what I admire the most of you, that you take time of your busy schedule to make time for those seeking help in you. Thats what an amazing person does in this world. Seek to help anyone without anything in return.

When I was eighteen years old, my dad bought a puppy for my birthday. It is a Chihuahua breed and its name is Princess. It is lovely dog Princess's fur is soft, straight and short with a blend of white and golden intertwining together to make a mixture looking like a soft white cotton-ball. It has small, cropped triangular ears dark black eyes and a round black wet nose. It was only 1 month old when my dad brought it home. The first time I saw it, I felt excited with joy. It was so cute It has became a member of our

When I was twenty-two years old, I answered an advertisement in the paper for free Labrador puppies. Driving up to the house, I saw all the little critters running around and having a ball of a time. I got into the pen with the pups, and finally decided on the shy runt who spent the majority of his time hiding under a board. I loved his personality and instantly

My first dog was named Toby, he was a very white, ball of fluff. He blended in with the shiny white crispy snow on December 25, 2006. My sisters and I were on our way home from my dad’s house when all of a sudden we pulled into my mom’s house. On Sunday, December 25, 2006, Toby was waiting at our house. We all got out of the car on that cold snowy day and walked on the slippery sidewalk. The snow was like a chilling carpet on the bottoms of our feet. My mom opened the door with a camera so my sisters and I knew something was up. A shocking step in the house and we saw a very fluffy dog, we were very excited. He was like a deer in headlights. There was a bunch of screaming and yelling going on at that moment between the three of us. We