Make up a story and post it. Ill start.
One day I went shopping with my grandfather Frank Miller. We saw Jeffery and his mom. My grandfather left. Jeffery wanted an orange. It was 29 cents but he only had 15 cents. He doesnt get an allowance. We left with no orange. Then we went to the park. We went on the swings. It was so fun that I smiled. Jeffery was having fun too. He wanted to go on the teetertotter, but then I said that only emos go on the teetertotter so we didnt. Jeffery hates emos. Then we ran into B-Rasta and Lil G. I could tell a rumble was going to take place between West-Side Havoc and us. I kicked Lil G in the nuts and Jeffery poked B-Rasta in the eye. We ran. B-Rasta got his rollerblades. He was gaining on us. I ducked behing a dumpster and Jeffery hid in an alley. B-Rastas do-rag got in his face and he couldn't see. We pulled down his pants and ran.
So thats when I decided that my favorite food was really pistachio pudding and that Time rhymes with Dime.