Sunday, April 13, 2008

Pulp fiction, by guest writer Maren B.

My dad lives in the orgaon. I am in jall. I do not now why. Naw I rebembr. My mom forst me to go to jall becuose I was pestaring her. Hmm. I forgot why I was pastaring my mom. I'm 7 and I'm pregnet.

(Publisher's note: Closer scrutiny of author's TV viewing habits is currently in progress.)

1 comment:

The Other (Younger) Half said...

Well, at least it's 'fiction' and not autobiographical... I love it!