This one day, I was warm and happy in the wrap "womb". I was blissfully oblivious to my Godzilla brother stomping through pumpkin patch.
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Then my mother extracted me and put this crazy large tutu thing on me. Supposedly it is some weird fall season, but I'm not convinced...it's always sunny in my hometown.
And then...it gets worse. She let Godzilla approach me with projectiles. It was like a strange game called "try to take a picture of the cute tutu while avoiding pumpkin peril from the giant turtle"
Welcome to my life. I live in fear of the monkey/godzilla/kraken creature that is my brother. Really, people, who are that kid's parents?
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