UNCLE GARY CAME IN TO TOWN. Oh how I remember him when I was small, I loved his candy and I loved his smile. He never stopped smiling, not even when he burned our dog in the backyard of our minds, he smiled and smiled. he smiled when I was making somersaults on solid ground, what ever those are, and he smiled when my bird died and went to hell. he likes the word hell. Once he even made cyanide pie! He wouldn't let me eat it tough, just gave it to the rest of the family that fucking uncle of mine.... Hes a fucking fucktard and he doesn't like me.... But later he gave me a monkey! he would hit my head and pull my eyes out of my head! That's when I like him again, he took the bad monkey away and bashed his head... Uncle Gary is such a nice man... He is one of those people who can always smile, and is always happy... Hes often SO happy he even cries! He was crying when he bashed the monkeys head and when he was stabbing aunty sally in the heart! I wish I could be that happy. I envy Uncle Gary... God I wish he would die.
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