After my great succes, my first post, my great reviews, my fanmail, _ Chickinn postz again. But I am not so happy. My master has left the building, left me alone, homealone. He went to school [why do humanz go to school?!, I don't, and I'm smarter than most of your kind] to talk to his bRada, the Einstein-guy and to his BIG-friend Gizela-ASB. Ow, and also with his mom. And No, he's not in trouble, he didn't kill anyone, haaa, what ya saying Fred? What you doing Fred?! Talking to you, mister we know what to do with chicken!. murderderererer. sniff. Master doesn't do anything for school, and I'm with him, I don't like school, creepy, went there once, scared the shit out of me. At the end of the day everyone was mad, because of the chickinpoo on their lockerz. Like it was my fault?! Sorry, I might sound like I'm mad, or having a hard time.. I just miss Master.. And the good old dayz...
O, Goodluck Master, with your Talent Time pwnge-round. I like the show. Other factz:. We have feeelingz. We don't always show them do. B-ye. Now.


SOTD: Bryan Adams - Run To You (The Scumfrog Remix)